Departed
You were my friend.
Someone continually there when I needed you
Until- that stormy day.
But now is too late to make amends.
What happened? Was it me? Was it you?
Still now I can't refer to the reason.
But- everything changed on that Day.
Our paths intertwined,
yet no words came to mind.
As time progressed, hate began to thrive.
On this day, I stand above you
sad drooping flowers surround your place.
And I continue to question...Why?
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