Poem 29

02

 Seconds Pass By

There was laughter and there was us,

and parents often made a fuss.

But we were friends,

and now we’re tense.

We say greetings we never mean,

sit across the room

to keep rumors at bay.

It was the start of our younger years,

that everyone often cheers.

You were well-liked and I, amiable,

but, never as capable.

The frown forever etched,

the costume you never took off,

I knew it all.

It was quiet and peaceful,

and so often, it felt blissful.

We stood on different land,

and never hand in hand.

There was understanding

and the listening,

but you and I, we never hear.

Every moment,

I was broken,

taken for a ride,

by my own pride.

&v.june

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