The Once, The Over

One another is a deceptive phrase,
it implies some kind of reverence to you,
or to me,
or to anyone without ice in their veins,

but did we like each other all that much?


We were supposed to be blind to each other's harmful tendencies,
and that should have made us humane,
but in the end,
it was what made us destroy each other

but did we bother to understand our mortality?


You were a better person than I,
always had been,
and it was a lonely existence for me,
walking around with that sobering understanding

but did we think the best of each other?


Maybe we were just square pegs in round holes,
we were certainly square about all of this nonsense

but only because we were never taught how to die