The future racing in to meet us
Was always going to defeat us.
To each, the other will be gone,
To each ourselves will soon move on,
To break up, and yet not to break.
My heart now tastes of lemonade.
I think less about why my future is
lonely,
and more about you, my
limited-time-only.
I rejoice to have known this woman I
know.
It's unthinkable that she will be mine
tomorrow,
and never again.
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