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Tangled in memories, holding on tight.
Secrets we swore we’d never betray—
But promises fade, and so did that day.
On the second day, your voice grew thin,
A hesitant smile, a ghost of within.
You spoke like a stranger, distant, unsure,
As if our whole past was suddenly blurred.
On the third day, you passed me with ease,
Like wind through the trees, no stop, no tease.
No glances, no whispers, no "Hey, how’ve you been?"
Just silence—a storm that howls from within.
On the fourth day, I reached out my hand,
But you let it slip like dry, crumbling sand.
I called out your name, but you didn’t recall—
A shadow of someone I once knew at all.
On the fifth day, you smiled, but not at me,
Your eyes full of faces I’ll never see.
Yet through the long march of time, through echoes that chime,
I’ll remember you always—forever, Broof...