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I know, 
that when this room
is filled with the last of all battle cries, 
and when we all turn in our lots
claim our karma and walk away- 
it will be like nothing happened...

bodies meet, standing in an airport terminal-
kissing like tomorrow will not come, 
and yesterday never happened...
and all of our darkest secrets 
are safely tucked away
beneath the mattress back home...

I will miss all of these creatures...
faceless names that I used to know-
The people who I used to be before
I let this co-dependency go, 
and I am free and quite capable
of getting by on my own means...

You don't want to know 
why I am depressed- why I am anything
aside from this face that doesn't show...
I am not, I am... amused, by everything
Amusement fades into boredom though, 
and we may both be left standing here
at a loss for words...
what then?

Do I get to ask the questions?
or have we both finally learned
the best practice- this game...
easy...
don't ask questions.