You made small talk for the first time since May.
I felt sentiments of the aboriginal pull
You’d been to the institution I’d loved
We planned to go together, you remember?
That plan was long before I could conceive
I’d hold more contempt for you
Than I’ve felt for a breathing soul.
You broke me, for that I hate you. Remember?
The rancor was new, now grown mundane
It is easy to hate you I do not see
Yet your face was pained this night
Your life, an impetuous romantic, the same.
I remember.
You, ever bound to your elations
Sent me from my antagonistic perch
I know not the pain of such stagnation
As you; bound to souls to steadily besmirch
As you; bound to souls to steadily besmirch
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