Like the photos gone rusted
But never are thrown
For stories are kept there
For you to recall
You stay in my mind
At the last corner of the shelf
Far to reach now
Maybe that’s why you’re so vague.
With no names in pictures
And faces gone blur
All I see is some strangers
Playing in the school field.
But all the unknown laughters
That, make my heart warm,
Tells me you were once
My best friend for sure.
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