quite contrary that you ask
to be reminded of the past
when memories run on repeat in your mind
you hesitate to ask the time
that you and i would sneak out late
and watch the stars and contemplate
what mattered most and friends that meant
more than just a social dent
in the metal of our hearts
a cold conductor torn apart
friends are forgotten
the past wears new footprints
of travellers trampling time to time
this is a game to your mind
listen when i say this fact
it's not how you acted, but how you act
that determines friendship,
underminds fear
and makes me wish that you were still here.
but the changes you've made
the traits you take
away from the person you used to fake
none of it was real
instead you just feel
like a mask for the past
was your greatest appeal
but what brings us back to friendship and loss
is the fact that you wore something
half the cost
of who you really were.
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