Time

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Time passes us by without us noticing
I look up and it's been a month since we last spoke
That month turns into a year before I start pin point that missing void
I'm too stubborn to call
I'm too stubborn to write
You're too stubborn to call
You're too stubborn to write
So nights turn into days and days turn into nights
We become strangers because we refuse to reach out
Maybe we grew apart
Or maybe we just needed time apart
Either way, there is an empty gap in which only you can fill
You haven't been replaced because your are irreplaceable
It's something that cannot be explained because neither one of us understands 
An array of excuses fly
"I've been going thru a lot, I heard you said this and that, I didn't think you wanted to be friends any more, I didn't like how you were moving, You know how I am"
Our excuses become cover-ups for our selfish actions
Our actions become hurtful
and are to blame for severing the head of a once deep connection that was divine from the beginning

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- Sa Jules -