We were our own book,
Beautiful cover
Containing a
Poetic friendship inside,
Line by line,
Written with ease.
We were on the same page
For six years,
Then suddenly,
You've closed the book,
Disappeared,
But I didn't get to read
What the last line was
When you declared
The book was done
And you
Moved on.
You flipped the page,
Disappeared,
Now I'm in tears.
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