“Disillusionment of B.F.F.”

My head is taunted

By the ghosts of best friendships past.

There are no late night conversations,

or nights illuminated only by the T.V.’s light,

or “Call me anytime, I’ll always be there.”

No inside jokes

With hours of laughter

And shared secrets.

We’re not going

To always be inseparable.

Only the occasional “Hey,” of awkward acquaintances,

A sad smirk as we pass by,

Flooded with memories of our fractured friendship.

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