C.M. Benny


Nothing But a Shadow


Here we are walking
yet not talking
silence silence

we've grown apart
yet here we are
walking, but not talking

we are together
yet far apart
silence silence

I watch our shadows
with a sour look
slipping farther apart

This cannot be
what happened to you and me
silence silence

What happened over the summer
you found a job
and we stopped seeing eachother

I wish our shadows would be close again
like when you and me were best friends
silence silence

Submitted: Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010

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  • Saira Sms (1/11/2008 9:38:00 PM)

    so true i hate how friendships grow apart but i seppose its just a part of life. we all change over time and therefore change what we want from friends. (Report) Reply

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