Are you ever taken back
To how we used to be?
Watching the mind’s
Old film reel; seeing us.
Joined at the hip,
We’d cross the city on foot
Without care.
Without purpose.
Enjoying the company of
Each other’s laughter.
But we don’t share anymore.
Buried in the past and although
The rift came for us,
Then after many unspoken years,
Stitches were sewn.
But we’re not the same
As we were.
Fondly remembered.
Yet, we’re two
Diverging strangers.