Poetry: A Song Is a Song Is a Song

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We always lose the ones we love
(to find that they have grown and so have we).
We always lose the ones we love
(to find what they've become is still worth loving).

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And we broke.

You, up.
Me, down.

Which meant,
all things said,
all things done,
you were right
(and I still can't admit it).

"We're on different paths
going different directions,
going separate ways." You said,
"You'll hate me now but thank me later."

Well, it's later now,
and I've yet to be grateful,
wishfully thinking:
Can we go back to being young?