Hindsight
You look at me with eyes big,
begging for sympathy,
campaigning for your side
like a seasoned politician.
I'm sorting memories,
like fingers through boxed photos,
noting moments where
trust has been misplaced.
When our eyes meet
there is only
stony silence as angels
fall off their pedestals.
This is how a friendship ends.
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