The ghosts of our friendship


“You are such a big asshole”
And the sound of our laughter
Tuned out the other noises
At that small diner
Our once fave hangout spot, remember?

The ghosts
Of our good times
Now haunts me, torments me
And a dull ache blossoms
Each time  I remember
How you betrayed our trust..
Breaking that beautiful, fragile
Bond of friendship forever


One Comment Add yours

  1. amileinmyshoes says:

    The ghosts of our good times now haunt me. I love this


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