You despise me,

yet I

desire you.

It's comical,

they say,

the way we


We smiled then.

I don't smile


You left me behind

for bigger things;

bigger people

who say bigger words

than I ever will.

I don't think you've told

them all

that we were friends.

I miss your laughter.

I miss your smile.

I miss the way

you would laugh and smile

while telling me goodbye.

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