We laugh at things casually
like they were mundane exchanges
but we know that
every crease in the smile is a tear left unshed
every kind word we exchange is a longing for deep conversations
every handshake draws a sigh for a tighter embrace
There is too much space between us
in this strange room
they call
friendship
we know this space is not
friendly
to us.
Some days I wish we never said goodbye
so we don't meet again
as friends.
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