it is an uneasy
thought, let alone
the task of telling
someone you've known
for so many years
that you have to move
on, get past the past.
friendships, once
strong and gold, have
rusted. have crumbled,
have been bent with
time and age. when
young we see so little,
blinded by our own
intentions, our light.
but with time, that
light dims, and you
can see more clearly
who someone really is,
and they you. and it's
not always pretty or
easy, but the road
is still wide enough
for both of you to
go in separate
directions with memories
still in tact.
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