NoStrungAtaris

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We were good friends in grade school.
running against each other,
talking about abstract things,
you tying my shoe,
me giving you candy,
we were so close
I move away,
We stopped talking to each other,
the closeness lost,
the distance kept us apart,
one day coming home I was thinking about you,
planning to call you,
to see you,
I walk through the door,
see the paper,
you on the front page,
I couldn't called you,
couldn't see you,
the closeness is gone,
because of the distance.
All is left is memories.