friends of mine
are friends of yours
when we see each other
they remind me of you,
of course.
so we
do things
that are
customary
shake hands and
exchange pleasantries
i wonder where you are
how you’ve been
but I dare not ask
questions like these
deny any suspicion
from easing in
its a holding pattern
i’m currently stuck in
where thoughts are banned
from open display
so the convo goes
and is followed by
nods and smiles
best wishes
swallow hard
and a walk away
friends of mine
are friends of yours…
and the hardest part
is forgetting you, of course.
mutual friends
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