oh I know it's been a while
but I still wonder how you've been
you'll be one and twenty
when I'm but touching seventeenall things have changed since I have left
my phone number is not the same
nor yours, so I will never know
if you'll want to talk againbut I'll remember you with friendly thoughts
and hope you're doing fine
perhaps our childhood lives weren't meant
to in adolescence intertwineso I'll remember you and your boyish face
and that whimsical, laughing smile
that friendship was never meant to last
but it did, for just a little while.Spring 2018
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Unbroken • Poetry
Poetryeven the leaves will not break beneath her touch "All art is quite useless." - Oscar Wilde