We were two strangers waiting on the bench quietly hoping for something to break the silence.
We were two strangers curiously wanting to know about each other’s name and phone number but too shy to ask anyway.
We were two strangers having the most awkward moment when we shake our hands and pretend we’re ‘okay’.
We were two strangers finally greeted each other and eagerly tell stories about each of us
We were two friends sharing our dreams and hopes and all the plans we have for life.
We were two friends fighting over something silly and afterward laughing about it.
We were two friends and there’s a gap between us without anyone ever realizing about it.
We were two friends having dispute over someone’s stupid actions and seemed to not settle the arguments.
We were two friends strolling the timeline without knowing the cracks were widening.
We were two friends whose arguments started to make us standing in silence.
We were two friends who didn’t speak to each other in a long time.
We were two friends who became loosely related to each other anymore, strangely stared into blank space.
We are two strangers having known for some times then suddenly all of it gone, erased from memory.
We were two strangers waiting on the bench quietly hoping for nothing would be the same.
(Inspired from Wongfu’s “Strangers, Again” and a little bit of reality)
17 July 2011
22.10
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