And contact,
Eight months on,
Back to the way we used to be,
Talking,
Laughing,
Teasing,
Again,
Just like before,
And I found myself,
Looking for a little too long,
Into those eyes that entranced me for years,
Do I still?
No.
She cut me off,
She hurt me,
Tore my world apart,
And yet,
Saved me,
And how I longed to return,
To before,
Until,
I found another,
Lost another,
And forgot to look back,
But maybe,
It would be nice,
To just get back,
To being,
Friends.