poetry

fri-end 

By now, your care

Became so rare

That time’s progression 

Lost all obsession

No longer did I depend

To have you as my friend

Indeed it was the end

A message the universe did send

Even though I waited

Shimmers of hope berated

Bruised thoughts

Feelings of all sorts

But you were gone

A friend or a con

I never knew the difference

So good was the resemblance

Hope to find another?

No, I wouldn’t bother

This is not the end

I am my own friend

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