A Faulty Friendship
I look back,
to the days that we were the closest of friends.
We both acquired new friends,
and we sooner or later drifted apart.
Now you won't say a simple "hey",
or an easygoing "goodbye".
I wonder,
"Was it my fault?"
"What did I do wrong?"
I must have offended you.
I'm not sure how,
but the best thing would be to talk it out,
don't you agree?
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