Who went on to better husbands
Or found themselves a woman
To love as deeply as a man
Let me now praise former friends
Lost touch with former moments
Who wouldn’t know me anymore
And me not recognizing them
Let me go in search of them
And find who’s changed more
The photograph or the reality
How we lived in one another’s faces
Let me not discard but thank
Who we were and came to be
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