You were known before.
And then you became a stranger.
You never made attempts to reach out,
but then again,
neither did I.
It was a gradual and mutual
shift from friendship to nothing.
I didn't realize it at the time,
but the nothing was buzzing,
screaming to be filled.
Filled with something,
anything.
The buzzing was relieved when a noise,
a word filled the void.
You were a stranger.
And now,
you're becoming like you
were before.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
