I panic over the paus,
cringe over old conversations.
I believe myself to be disposable,
because I fear I may be disingenuous.
Friendships make me smile.
They bring me joy and purpose.
When those same friendships go silent,
I shutter and shiver in the cold.
Was it me?
Something I said?
Something I did?
I'm sorry my friends.
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