Most days, really, most days, you don't cross my mind.
But sometimes, somedays, I wish I still knew you.
I guess this would apply all across the board. All those I once had friendships with, and those events that transpired over tabletop conversations, the manner of ease in banter levied with subtext, but momentary leaps, without heart, don't really stand a chance against daylight, do they?
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