I pick up the shards of where you smashed it.
It has been two years now since you have been alone,
one has moved on
after a long pause
the other floats with no direction.
How many scars the two of you have given each other.
I was there for the push and tugs of new beginnings
and the breakup over the phone.
What have you become? I, who was once dear to you both, wonder.
What are your dreams
Who matters to you
Where do the broken places no longer hold water.
I see one of you reach out a hand of friendship, and awkwardly make small talk.
The other seem to be far above awareness.
Still so caught up in yourselves, and ignoring those others who mattered once.
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