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

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 moments of joy Drops into our ocean of memories.

Now we are in this shared space, Watching folks retreat to their homes, Knowing it will be our turn soon.

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