Sight

You came into my sight

On a beautiful day not yet night

I wondered what you’d do next

But I couldn’t ask you, couldn’t text

You looked away, perhaps eager to munch

On one more nut that made your lunch

Our paths, sadly they will never cross again

Yet can I always call you frien’?

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