Fools

When I think about the fact that

I like you.

I worry that I’ve fallen

for a fool.

With miles between us

All I have are fleeting

memories.

Especially the sweet ones cradled

in my mind.

But who am I to gauge the human

condition?

When I can hardly manage mine?

Perhaps it’s one of those things

I learn without you telling.

Not thinking it mattered.

Perhaps you have it together

and in time I’d figure that out.

But really we didn’t have much time.

Right from the start

The finish line loomed in front of us.

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