We had an agreement,
Rather a disagreement,
We grew into space,
But somehow in this place,
Silence is not strange,
But now I crave change,
I am joined at the bench,
But I did not clench,
I am not angered,
Which was a standard,
I am steady,
Maybe ready,
I shift a little,
I'm not as committal,
But I hear a shift,
That feels like a gift,
I turn and see,
An agreement with me.
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Merritt Xavier
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This one may haunt my thoughts... Well said and well done!