Friends to Strangers

we never said goodbye.

By Skylar WhitneyPublished about a year ago • Updated 9 months ago • 1 min read

I miss the ones I never said goodbye to

silent partings,

slow retreats

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fleeting conversations

forgotten memories

unbeknownst that these would be our last

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regrets of words withheld

if only I’d known

there’d be a day of final words spoken

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a locked door

a lost key

a wall forms

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Strangers.

Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.

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