the Known Strangers

There were days we slogged together.

There were nights we spent in the library together.

There were days where we skipped together.

There were days we defended each other. There were instances were we got thrashed.

There were days where silence meant a lot.

There were days where silence hurt a lot.

I cherish the moments in the vault.

Not sure if the one you remain the same with distance and times.

Think of memories and times we have been together as a friend.

Hopefully, we are not known strangers which is worse than being a stranger.