There was a boy,
I hadn't met him in a week.
I looked for him again,
Every moment, did I seek.
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I remembered all the times,
When we talked together to the stars.
I remember all the times,
When we didn't feel apart
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We sat by each other,
It didn't matter if we talked,
We looked at each other,
And all problems felt far-off.
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Everyone knew, he was more than just a friend.
But none of us did say a word like that.
So it continued that way, until the end.
And I could never know what was in his head.
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And after that week,
When he came back again.
Each and every memory, became distant.
Nothing was like, anything before.
He didn't smile at me
Or said a single word
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When I waved at him,
Or when I attempted to talk.
No, he wasn't rude.
But stopped after small talk.
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I felt all my efforts, going to drain,
We never talked, and it all went in vain,
Our friendship destroyed,
Just familiarity left.
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No, he isn't a stranger.
But isn't what he was.
I still know this stranger
With memories in my heart.
-Min Hanna
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