in a cold sweat
teased by solidarity
we grow old
wither
and sense something
not so distant
tugging at our shirttails
begging for a final
bit of mercy
and then we separate
one last time
not out of sadness
or gloom
or even love
but just because
we can
making us human
if not inhumane
and broken
adt
short hills, nj
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