We drifted apart.
It was almost heartbreaking, the way we would walk down the hallway, pretending not to know each other, when in reality, all I could think about was all of the nights that I spent in your arms.
We weren't strangers, but we weren't anything more either.
There had never been a formal goodbye. I was just left to wonder what the hell we were.
-Alice
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Loneliness in love
PoesíaThis book in an ongoing collection of poems that i write on lonely nights :)
