Perfectly cliche

I still hurt when I see you.

When we're in settings like we were tonight

I'm reminded

Of how perfectly cliche

We would have been.

The boy and the girl

So similar

So different

Brother and sister social clubs

Dominant in two different sides of campus

Deans son

Chairs daughter.

It could've worked.

You still shake my friend's hands.

They're married,

We're not.

That still catches me

By surprise me sometimes.

I think that

My heart will probably break

A little bit forever

Anytime I think of

You and here.

I wish that wasn't the case,

But it might be.

BUT,

I thought of something else tonight.

As I sat there, watching you now

In your blue pullover

You used to wear to class

With your curls

How you wore them

When we were still us,

I think I'll only ever have to

Miss you here.

You don't have a hold on me

Outside of this place,

Because we may have been perfect here

But we won't be out there.

I was never meant to marry you,

I wouldn't have known how to follow

If I hadn't lost.

And you never would have

Loved the life I want to live.

Here?

Here we are the perfect cliche

That aimed, broke, and missed.

But out there?

I'm my own person,

No part of me exist with you.

I'll don my gown

I'll flip my tassel

We'll walk across that stage,

I'll then never have to miss you again.

I'm free.

11/06/23