Post mortem

I saw you walking across the street today.
You haven’t changed, not a bit
Like the cracked sidewalk beneath your feet.

You still sport that penguin face.
The puppy in my chest rose,
Yearning to keep with your pace.

I decided to call out to you
But stopped, remembering
How the ground shook when we last bid adieu.

We gave too much, everything in fact.
Tried to make north south, east west
And a square peg into a round hole fit.

Some doves just aren’t meant to fly.
And are destined to cages tied
As the Gods willed, as our egos conspired.

So shut up I did when I saw you today.
And like the adult I am now
Wished it were another day.

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