I remember when you knocked that stuff off the ledge.
The whole room looked like I had gone through with a sledge,
and you said "It's okay. A messy house signifies
A full, truly-lived life," and you were half right.
I remember several days I called and you did not pick up the phone.
Those days were boring at the best; at worst, depressed alone.
You promised "when it's important, I'll always be there."
Should have known. Deceivers are quickest with weak words like "care."
I remember when I said "that guy wants some ass,"
and you said, "don't worry. He's just in my class.
We're only friends talking. We're making some slides."
The next I saw him you two were talking incidentally, asides.
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