We've drifted, broken apart
Fallen short of our goals and
Squandered our desires.
There's nothing left for us now.
Only tears and shallow promises.
This isn't what I wanted,
Wasn't what I asked for.
I'm all tied up in definitions
and calculations
Equations to explain the rate of decay
Of yet another liaison in
The land of love and broken hearts.

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I'm sorry.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Scarlatan, in the year 427 AF.