Oaths were made, many of them token,
a few of them broken
I suppose those sacred unions are by and
large, never sacred enough
Offering a litany of reassuring proposals,
pandering promises
beyond any means to preserve them
Spewing shit because 'we deserve them'
Perhaps, in some obscure way, that's the
definition of offering comfort -
a verbosity of meaningless utterances
meant to appease, meant to please
At some point we may have convinced
ourselves of its meaningfulness,
but along the way that thing called life
happened, differences were irreconcilable
All we did was get in each other's way,
or looked the other way, eventually we
just walked away, the way strangers
would after a chance encounter
I find such instances intriguing, it makes
me think of compatibility and familiarity,
adversity and hostility, along with a host
of other shit we have to deal with, or don't
want to deal with
I guess, life is not always agreeable
I guess, we do what we can
If it works, good
If it doesn't, there's always the coffee
🤸
©dead_poet
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