We are not friends. We were, once, so goodwill and pleasant memories carry weight and importance. A small piece of heart reserved for the lovely. But we do not know each others heart. We can not know the depth, for we never really asked.
Its not through lack of caring, no, for that would imply a certain choice when really I forgot time changes who we are. Once upon a time all we did together was all we were, there was no need for questions. Then we grew up, apart, and I never really realised it until one day the realisation hit like dust.
Blind and confused, I forgot who I am for a second, because how can I know myself when I don't know you?
The dust covers my eyes and I cry. I cry for those friends who didn't ever realised they weren't anymore.
*Just something I'm working on*
1 comment:
Nice! You need to get on some course to take your writing further. Can see you making a career out of it!
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