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Fossils

It's weird seeing somebody
Somebody you no longer know
That you recognize vaguely
From the silhouettes in your dreams
It's like seeing an alien
From another planet, a world
That has gone extinct
I mourn these fossils I've collected
Over the years, one friend here
Another there, a soulmate lost
From seeing each other everyday
To having coffee once a month
To catching up once a year
Until I become a sad afterthought
A rare cameo in your dreams
A blot on your subconscious
But nothing more

It's weird seeing somebody
Somebody that mattered
The twisted vines of our lives
Grew separately, each reaching
Towards a different sun
Now I no longer matter to you
And so you don't matter to me
You might as well be dark matter
I mourn all friends I've lost
All love I've let slip through
My fingers like sand
Another year has begun
I have to bury the fossils
Dig them up every few years
Just to remember my past
And then cover them in sand once more

It's weird seeing somebody
Somebody whom I loved
Now they're just fossils, archaic
A relic of the past





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