I learned
Not to expect
To gather up whimsy
As though it were
The hallmark of
A truthful freedom
Truthfully
It was less freedom
Than a narrow binding
Of hope
We were the kind
Without
Without events, birthdays
Without knowledge
Of certainty
Even without expectations
I came to know some
Expect nothing
Expect silence
Expect pain
Expect to find
That without
There is very little
To fence in friendship
No lines to define
Or give grace.
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