A vital chord, once upon a time dearer than life itself,
That was strained yet hopeful,
Twang … it snapped as I watched aghast today
The reason so simple, recurrent, so obvious
The doer blissfully oblivious.
I don’t know if the two broken pieces
Will ever come together like they once did.
But even if the ends are tied
The knot shall ever remain.
And this day shall mark the end
Of an era well loved and lived
Well fought and defended
Ill fated and cursed.
Thus shall begin a new period of
Mutual exclusion and the search
For inner peace and self respect.
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