Becoming Mysteries

I see you every day, 
But do you see me?
Being this close yet so far away
Hurts so indescribably.

For us to speak carefree;
This I want, nothing more.
Go back to how we used to be,
But you have closed that door.

Now all I have are memories
Which are now too painful to bear.
We are becoming mysteries.
Who the hell even cares? 

The End

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