The Oldest Friend


I wonder how you're doing,
and miss your company.
we had conversations
that lasted, and memories
that stuck.
I was there for you
like no other, and
you reciprocated that back.
but we broke when you lingered
and I made the choice
to dance my lips into yours.
... then you ended it.
but you started it,
out of nowhere.
and I do miss your
attention, and advice.
because we were better friends
than romancers.
and I think about dialing you up.

but that's the past.
and you're not the same,
nor am I.
it's just what time does
when you let it sit.
but I can't go back there,
for my well being.

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