so we've died
and we never did do all that stuff
we would talk about for hours,
I guess
it was just too much, although
we could have done some of it,
at least
Life was full. Life was
sure full. And I can't
tell you that you, or you tell me
that I
failed, or I
wasted - or you did -
a moment, a year, a
lifetime of it. There
were all good ideas
and reasons and things
coming in and gone through, and we each
held the strings, and swung vines, and
grew wings -
so we've lived. And compared,
in a rush of what's new,
catching up since we last,
for as long as we do.
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