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He was the one who had to leave.
Not because it was the best way.
Not because it satisfied him.
Simply because there was no such thing as forever.
But there was always goodbye.

Sophisticated Lovers

With us too wise now
to ever say forever
too many other lovers
waiting in the wings
or breathing down our necks

Too late to avoid our futures
too soon to deny our pasts
too sophisticated
too blase and wise

When it comes time for goodbye
I wonder if we will handle it as well.

And in time he became a little hard. A little cruel even. Cruel perhaps in his indifference.
Maybe something to prove. A confusion of feelings. The feeling of betrayal.
The feeling of worthlessness and needing to prove otherwise.
The feeling that...is this all there is?

His life became a downward spiral of too much liquor, too many meaningless relationships,
a sense that the end was predictable...always in sight. So what did
it really matter in the end?

Not much.

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