we were friends
for years now,
in social media, that is,
and i'll have this indescribable emotion,
a whisper in my ear
to look at their socials
once again,
because it's the only way i'll ever get to see their faces again,
and as i stare blankly at the last messages they ever sent,
i look back at how they'll forever stay the same age,
the same face,
and the same memory,
while i keep aging and forever changing.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
