I loved a friend.
He was not a stranger.
Then silence befell for our worlds were strange,
the colours of silence soon went astray.
Nothing dear happened later,
He left, I walked away.
A piece of my heart maybe still sits there.
What if he comes back one day?
That silence is now a close mate I have
A close confidant I speak to.
I loved a friend.
We are now strangers.
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