Thoughts in a verbal splatter,
Topics unbounded in range;
And everything does matter,
When everything does change.
It has been years, hasn't it?
It was many yesterdays ago,
Told our bond wasn't fit,
That I pushed you to go.
Yet, hear yourself speak,
Like our arms were ever linked,
Like nothing's been lost to seek,
Like it was only that we blinked.
You were till now an image,
Stowed in an album beyond sight,
And despite that baleful privilege,
You have no hunger for a fight?
I know what keeps you so good,
And a friend of mine even today;
You can't imagine, never could,
Or you would've imagined me away.
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