All Occasions

For the guilt that ages like fine cheese.

When the title changed but the salary didn't.

True heroism goes unrecognized.

We both know what happened in that Teams call.

Three years of hallway nods, and it's come to this.

Your role is safe. Probably. For now.

I knew it was yours. You knew I knew.

Let's acknowledge this connection for what it is.

I saw your texts. All of them.

Your poker face saved our friendship.

I really thought people would want to hear Wonderwall.

I'm 60% sure it's today.

You did it. You're free.

You meant to cancel. We all meant to cancel.

Seven hours of TikTok is between you and your god.

You peaked. And that's okay.

He means well. He doesn't, actually.

It's been 3 years since you set it and 47 resets since.

That moment of silence before you flipped it over.

We both know it. Let's heal.

The sibling code is sacred.

It's temporary. It's been two years. It's temporary.

In my defense, I didn't know they were listening.

You connected the printer once. There's no going back.

Welcome to reading the fine print.

A milestone nobody asked you to calculate.

It was alive. It depended on you. Let's not dwell.

Four months of paying. One glorious visit.

You shared a queue. You shared a life. You shared a password.

You were going to go back. You always said you'd go back.