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Jun 2017
I get stressed out
from little things
like
looking through the contacts
in my phone.

I see all the names there
all the numbers,
tokens of friendships
no longer existing
and I can't help but let
my mind wander.

What if we'd kept our promises?
What if we actually stayed in
touch?
What if I could just reach out
to any of them and try to
talk,
just talk,
and pretend that it hasn't
been years since we sat in
poorly lit rooms
together
and talked about wanting
to bring the world together
in peace.

Instead we all grew apart and
I am left with a pocketful
of strangers.
Zachary William
Written by
Zachary William  26/Texas
(26/Texas)   
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