Mourning the Living
When you watch someone you know become a stranger
When I look into your once familiar face, my heart sinks.
I don't recognize you anymore.
It happened quietly, slowly.
Shorter conversations, Longer silences.
Short temper, Half-ass apologies.
Everything was falling apart and you didn't notice, or didn't care.
I didn't want to believe it.
You stopped saying you'd change, I stopped believing you could.
I began to let go.
Letting go is lonely.
I wanted to talk to my best friend, but they didn't exist anymore.
You stand in their place, wearing their skin, but I do not know you anymore.
My best friend died, and you stand in their place.
A stranger with a familiar face.
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Violet Ro
I enjoy writing about my own experiences and also enjoy experimenting with stepping out of my realm.
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