always the last one left on the playground
always the one to see the overhead lights go out.
too late to expect the chaperones to stick around
too many times, too many times.
both forced to grow up too fast
and too scared to grow up at all
walking in one direction facing the opposite
pushing chains, using brakes up hill.
stuck firmly in what was, forgetting how bad it was
looking through rose filters
changing the actual picture, smoothing lines
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