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Our conversation ends Like they usually do When the doors slide open to a crowded room.

We step in and find a space to fill. The cables lurch as I reflect on this perfect day Already missing you while you're still here.

The previous hours blurred between stories, rants and laughter. A few drops of joy Pours into our river of memories.

Now we are in this shared space, Watching folks prepare to leave, Knowing it's nearly our turn.

For me to remain and you to go. Leave this day behind and meet again. Our conversation ended too soon.