THE BOND
The two of us used to hang out
I love the sound of your voice.
Happy to see you,
prompted memories of our shared experiences.
Together, we jogged while laughing.
Together, we go swimming at the river.
We commiserated while crying together.
We deal with each other in that way.
Our group song
Our preferred basketball player was greeted with cheers.
We always argue, smack, and punch one other.
however, was punctuated by laughter and a riverside stroll.
Yet, that happened in the past.
Prior to telling you my secret at the river
Our mutual avoidance of one another began immediately after that.
And you chose to end our friendship over her, which I deeply regret.
And now I'm praying
That I could bring back the past
The past where we bond together
The past that there's no her.
-end
BINABASA MO ANG
Thoughts of Faye
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