We wore suits.
We wore neck ties.
We rolled up our hard small-town skin.
We wore our hearts as tie tacks.
We took off from our low, medium, and high salaried jobs.
We skipped our master’s degree exams.
We championed young professionals.
We walked in a garden of our past friends and exes.
We squinted in the sun.
We squinted through the tinge of tears.
We wicked new tears into clothes already saturated to capacity by tears from the last tragedy.
We championed young adults.
We made no haste in wrenching our laments.
We were too young to bury our friends and our parents.