I like to read poetry written with pompous, elaborate words. Sometimes, my friends and I get together to drink expensive, untasty wine.. while we talk about things you probably won't understand. And we wear bowties.
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn… that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.
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My partner these last weeks, Mr. Borges
