I smile, you smile back
Hugs are exchanged
"This isn't the end, we'll meet again."
Although we both know it is and we won't.
'tis the fate of friendships
built upon convenience.
It's not intentional but it's true.
But don't let that negate
this all but unnoticed transfer of pieces
making us more than we were before
A featherlight brush upon our souls
Made no less meaningful by its subtlety.
So if in 10 years you don't remember my name
nor I yours...
it will be okay.
For our hearts will retain this minute impression
from the ones we've called friends.
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