So this was the Fountainhead,
where some people mattered and some people did not,
and from across the quarry,
I thought I had all of this figured out,
unrequited love being the right kind of love,
the required kind,
the kind that always looked more interesting from afar,
because we had gotten so far away from what mattered,
these last few years,
the kind where plans were never set in stone,
because there were no plans to be had,
everything functioned on whim,
and then the notion of being whimsical,
but this was all so boring,
and would prove to be no furnace in the winter of this life,
and so I made my way,
across the quarry,
and away from you---
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