you are a living human
that carries all my secrets
and feelings from a time not too long ago
yet when our eyes meet on the streets
it's as if our lips are glued shut
and I realize that we are no longer the people we used to be
and that our friendship is history
but you are a living human
a walking human who knows everything about me
and it's crazy how this all worked out;
how when people see us
they could confuse us for strangers
because when the time comes
our eyes meet
yet our words don't because
we cannot even say hi

and that is so sad.

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