And not once do we ask each other
How we are
If we are happy with what
We've made out of our lives
We never talk about the past
The years spent apart
Our friendship resumes
Like we never pressed paused
Forgetting how our fingers hovered over the
Stop button
All those years ago
We know each other
That familiarity you so rarely find
With people
But do we really?
Do we really know each other?
Aren't we really just strangers
With a shared history from
Years ago?
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