Untitled 4 Poem by Hannah Barham

Untitled 4



We sit
Two metres between us
You scouring the net
Me
Writing this.
You've got her,
I've got me
(Again I'm on my own)
But we'll
'always be friends'.
We both
(I hate writing we)
Have lives
Beyond the other
But both
Rely on the other
Too much
To live our lives alone.

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Hannah Barham

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