Some sass, a clever quip far quicker Than any dissenter, and much slicker, Smoothly prompting their absolute collapse. As you did mine.
You know how those bittersweet stories end, But dismissed ours before it could begin. You think great thoughts and miss the point…I tend Dreams that, undone by distance, cannot win.
I thought to beat the clock, but overstepped. Our hands lay side by side, but never touched. Your eyes were kind, but they shifted too much. I wear a smile and claim I’m not bereft; If only it were true I’m glad I left.
You’re young, proud, and I set the bar too high; Our paths? Skew from the start, because I tried Too hard.
Nipped at the bud, denied our chance to fall— My dear, I grieve for both of us, and you don’t grieve at all.
Sophie Culpepper
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