Across the Street

We had our inside jokes and secret handshake.

Late nights communicating via Walkie-Talkie

about what life will be like when we grow up.

We had no idea what was waiting up ahead.

Although, maybe she did because

this stranger in the street,

was yesterday my friend.


We pass each other without saying a word

Without a second glance back

Because we hurt

and we broke what can not be mended.


Things were said which cannot be unsaid.

Insults were flung,

heels were thrown.

Bruises were left on our bodies and on our hearts.

Bandages can only heal so much.


The rest lies in the distance we’ve created between us.

Breakups are hard, but you get over them.

Broken friendships are harder,

making trust a thing of the past.

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