Category : Poems

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We used to talk once,
I enjoyed our conversations then.
But now we rarely talk
And our conversations 
are always dry.
We used to be good friends once,
I enjoyed what we had then.
Now we're distant strangers, 
As if we've never met,
But the memory of my dear friend hasn't left me yet.
Over time I've had
But two questions.
Is it to late,
to make amends?
Is this the beginning,
Of the end?