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Poetry Corner: Old Friend

I wonder what you think when you see my face.

Do you feel that instant awkwardness like I do?

Do you ever miss all those good times we had?

Do you ever think about what could have been if you didn’t drop me as a friend?

I often wonder If you regret what you said that day.

I walk down the hallways everyday and see the faces I once knew

Not knowing them at all

They are strangers.

You are a stranger now.

No more memories.

No more laughs.

No talking for hours.

Now you are just like everyone else I once knew.

A stranger,

An Old friend.

-Eninna Solache, Brookside Junior

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