Did you know what I said?
In my eyes, just then?
The familiar feeling came up again.
The staircase creaks as the memory transcends;
Oh the early morning dusks and those four soiled hands…
Your mom just called,
While I was half naked on my bed;
told her “Don’t worry, he left.”
All the while I know I have tread upon
your uneaten bread.
Your heart takes so many scars
for me to realize
that your light could die out,
That maybe
Every hour you spend with me
Is another flickering flame gone out.
And then, one day,
I’ll lose MY best friend.
-Anonymous
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