I had it all wrong before

and it wasn’t quite right

It was playfully serious, nerdy witty funny

Ceasing away little by little

While I was maturing into young love

Jaded grew but the plants tended to die

I had it all wrong before

But that is all right as long as

I am only metaphorically a tree

And our roots were not so entwined

As to kill the trees

So the ceasing, the untwining, uncomfortable

Yet strong inside the inevitable storms

A long time coming

For different reasons and from different places

Into a long place and time where we never know what

It is like to be that other person

And without curiosity insatiably driving being

It ceases.

It was.

I live only for a while, as one must,

Inside the place of no longer.

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