Not every friendship and relationship is supposed to work out well. With that in mind, I penned this.
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Losing
I have lost people,
and not always to death.
It's a slow, persistent ache,
It's like watching an apple rot,
Or an iron rust:
Irreversible, inevitable
The mind gives no reprieve:
It wields its own misery.
It revisits the memory lane,
When the apple was fresh,
When the iron didn't rot.
No explanation reasons,
Where it went wrong.
What changed?
Who changed?
No need to debate,
Worthless questions.
It's bound to be,
Such a train is life.
Passengers board, de-board,
All stations offer,
Unique, experience.
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