feels like the beginning of the end...
of fun
of friendship
of freedom
slept through the transition
somehow missed the mark
then slipped through the cracks
of time, into a space where mediocrity and habit reign supreme
there was no laughter
there was no kiss
just me
alone
with my thoughts
with my hurt
with the foreboding of future regret
waiting to greet me
around the temporal bend--
I was a minute too late...
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