Those who left

Often, I think about them.

About the coffees we would have drank,
about the games we would have played,
about the series' we would have watched,
about the jokes we would have made,
about the thoughts we would have shared,
about the cigarettes we would have smoked,
about the beer bottles we would have emptied,

And, about the millions of moments,
that we would have created doing nothing,
while getting comfortable in each other's silence.

Often, I think about them.

About the lies we told,
about the fights we fought,
about the lines we crossed,
about the voices we raised,
about the tears we cried,
about the egos we bloated,
about the days we never talked,

And, about the millions of miles,
that we walked,
while standing in front of each other.

I think about them a lot.

Those who left,
I have a part of them with me.

Do they have a part of me too ?

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