Everything Is Different

Endings are nowhere near as final, now.

The lines and curves that once made up the edges of many loves are now so faded and so low to the ground, that I can’t tell where one happiness ends and the next begins.

If any of them ever end at all. No goodbye was forever at all. Everything is different now.

There’s no room for jealousy, no room for avarice, in my life or in this era.

Everything is different. And I’m a little proud, a whole lot of humble, to have seen it all this far.

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