Friends to Strangers
we never said goodbye.
By Skylar WhitneyPublished 3 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Jorien Loman on Unsplash
I miss the ones I never said goodbye to
silent partings,
slow retreats
...
fleeting conversations
forgotten memories
unbeknownst that these would be our last
...
regrets of words withheld
if only I’d known
there’d be a day of final words spoken
...
a locked door
a lost key
a wall forms
...
Strangers.
About the Creator
Skylar Whitney
Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
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