Day Nineteen of NaPoWriMo:
I gaze upon a picture in which I see
A familiar face, a friend smiling at me.
I gaze upon that person who I've known long before
Smiling and laughing we done so much more.
In that actual face I see
A stranger staring back, it could not be
That you have forgotten, the friendship we had
the friends we once were.
How it happen? - its all a blur
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