with so much fondness, as if the bad, the ugly
never happened
you'll be married then, content,
and I will find so much joy in seeing you
doting over someone, even though that someone isn't me
and we will talk about our past with those who weren't
part of it without giving even a hint that
there was anything else between us
except friendship that made it through the years
and we will laugh at the silly things we did
the grand plans we had of conquering the world
the cheap wine we drank, songs we sang along to
and at the end of the night, as we say our goodbyes
we would hesitate
and linger for a second too long
and wonder what it would be like
if this home, this life, was ours
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