Friends No More
A nonet about the end of a friendship
By Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)Published about a month ago • 1 min read
Photo by Josue Michel on Unsplash
Once you and I were the best of friends.
We were practically brothers.
But that time has long since passed.
We don’t talk anymore.
Our friendship is done.
I miss it, but,
Not my choice.
It’s yours.
Bye…
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