Nothing left unsaid, right people, sublime time
No necessity for reason, nor the age-old dogged dilemma associated with rhyme
Storyboard faces, each to their own, foretold experiences being shared left, right and centre across this table once more
Far too many a table, in fact, to ever get to count
Returning smiles break down only relative barriers – encapsulated by a different kind of time altogether
Distant, albeit quite telling, nonetheless
Never, ever enough to quench a certain strawberry-blonde thirst though
In it to win it from the moment he walked through that class reunion door

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