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Sometimes friends leave

while still here

their shadows flicker

A distinct undoing

of the seam

things fall out

or they don't

The intimacy

once focused and

zoomed in

blurs

Covers are pulled

over memories

that vanish to

another time

A page turns

the book given away

thrown away

or placed on a shelf

We dissipate

 Faceless prayer flags

lost in space

Finally
recognizing

You never did like
my poetry...

Rozanna Landavazo copyright April 2012