Unspoken Goodbyes, Unraveled Yet Intact Poem by Poet 1234567890

What is friendship?
Is it the fleeting messages on birthdays,
The silent follows,
The glimpses of lives lived through curated photos?

Can we still call it friendship,
When your laughter feels so distant,
When I only learn of your life
Through fragments on a screen?

Anger and sadness creep in.
Tears threaten to spill
As I think of you.
A pang of
A possessive ache lingers
When I see you laugh without me.

Why do I feel this way?
I don't know.
Or maybe I do.

Do you feel it too?
That pull, that yearning,
The question caught in my throat:
Do you miss me like I miss you?
Instead, I smile through tears—
Red-eyed, runny-nosed, aching.

Nothing happened between us.
Life happened.
We chose different paths.

But why can't I just feel joy for you?
Why do I look away from your happiness,
Yet crave your presence
Like a moth to light?
It's absurd, isn't it?
And yet, it's life.

I'm a coward.
I can't make the call
That says, 'Let's meet, let's talk.'
It feels strange, doesn't it?
Odd to reach for someone
You haven't seen in so long.

Even our conversations feel foreign,
Awkward and hollow.
What could we even say?
The gap between us overflows
With too much to fill,
Too much to let go.

So we avoid it,
Dancing around the silence,
Pretending it's easier this way.

But I feel a pang again—
A sharp, bitter ache
When I see you laugh with strangers,
When I watch you craft new memories
Without me.

Why didn't we make more?
Or did we make so many
That they blur together now,
A haze of what once was?

Tears spill when I see you with old friends,
When I'm not there.
Have I been left behind?
Did we truly drift so far,
In mind and in time?

Has too much time passed?
Are we still friends?
I think of you only when memory stirs,
When something brings you to the surface.
The rest of the time,
You linger in the corners of my mind.

Am I betraying you?
I no longer feel you are a part of me.
I no longer reach for you first—
To share my joys,
To celebrate my triumphs.

Yet, when I do think of you,
I ache to share,
To hear your voice again.
Do you feel the same?
Are you still the person I remember?

Do you miss me,
Even just for a moment,
When you see me laugh,
As I miss you
When your image flickers on my screen?

Are we still the same?
Or have we become strangers,
Tied only by a fraying thread of memory?

Are we still friends?