It mattered more than anything had ever mattered before.
He said, bitterness does not suit you well, my dear,
I can hear it running through your veins.
The familiar sound of clinking bottles
hit the perfect note of disharmony.
You knew it was gone.
The uncontrollable impulse to scream,
knowing laughter would make it all right.
Life went on exactly as before.
It was as though a match was stuck
illuminating secrets of shadows.
I feel like the oldest person in the world.
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