all of them in fact
sadness disappointment
angst and effort
endless effort
What did it all amount to?
the pretense
the distances
the wishful thinking
How could it have been different?
They didn't know the world would change
the old ways would change
that the ground under our feet
would shift
We had lazy summers
of tennis
and jigsaw puzzles
Now a hazy dream
They didn't know we
needed much more
They didn't know what
or how
And now, broken people we
where once we laughed merrily
over little things
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