On a silent night,
I turn the pages
of Facebook,
looking for familiar characters,
friends I had,
girls I liked.
I break into a smile.
Memories.
My dreams and my actions.
Naivety.
Experience.
I smile.
I sigh.
The people I knew,
they also knew me.
We sang together.
We played together.
We danced together.
We enacted plays
at a wonderful place
(called school).
We were friends.
Were.
Life made us grow apart,
turned us into known strangers.
Still
I smile,
I sigh.
And I close the book,
hoping they smile and sigh too
when they come across my page
in their book.
After all,
we were friends.
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