Friday, July 31, 2015


The days you cross my mind make me
wish we were the kind of friends who told each other anything and everything.
The kind that would laugh at shared inner jokes, 
Revel in shared silences as we savored the memories and experiences that bound us.
But we are nothing more than strangers with shared thoughts 
And  a minute to weave the bond of acquaintances.


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