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It's late and I've been thinking. Stream of consciousness.

It's getting smaller and smaller, the circle that I kept.
It's like my eyes were open since the day you left.
And I know that I am difficult and a lot to call your friend
but you and I were different than the rest.

That's why this is so disappointing, out of all that we've been through,
after all the boys and all the girls the one thing I knew
was that I had you.

But here I go over stating what we had
I never thought it would end this bad.
And here I go giving all and taking nothing
I just wanted to be around to see your dreams coming true.

I swear this time was different.
I swear that this was special.
You changed the game. Your mind was free.
You and I could talk for hours, easily.
From Milwaukee porches to my front steps.
You said you'd die without me and that I'll never forget.
I felt the same. And I still do.
There's something about my platonic feelings for you.

Here I go giving all and taking nothing
I won't get to see your dreams come true.
I could've sworn this time was different.
I could've sworn that this was special, me and you.

Reviews

[hazy]

There's something so nostalgic about old friendships that we carry with us throughout our lives. I often wonder if my forgotten friends remember me, too. At the time, it felt like we would never end, but of course friendships shift and change and fizzle out. This is a very beautiful and impactful poem. Thank you for sharing.

[Revery]

We share to feel. You've done well expressing.