We were friends.
Best of friends, you said so.
I was always ignorant,
To the blessing that
everyone called friend.
Trying to ascend from
the state of oblivion,
I chased you to the distortions.
But you were yet another
To plunge me into a pond of pother.
Abruptly, once that existed
lost its quiddity,
Friendship that bloomed once,
Now smears with lividity.
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