A while ago, we went our separate ways.
We haven't spoken much since then;
now we're strangers more than friends.
I wonder in this whole wide world
If we'll ever meet again,
And what we'd say to each other,
Now that we're strangers more than friends.
There was once a bond so strong
between the two of us that
an army of thousands could not break;
But now I wonder if and when
we'll ever meet again.
And if we did-what would we say?
Would we sit and recollect the days of yore
or just speak only of health and weather?
What would we, should we say?
Or should we even try to speak-
would painful memories overcome
our attempt to reconnect,
and so the feeble strings
of our remnant friendship break?
I wonder, truly, if we'll ever meet again,
or even if you want to meet.
What would we say to each other,
now that we're strangers more than friends?
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