ex-friend

well, you and I were very good friends, in fact more than friends, we had a colorful friendship until we started to fight a lot because I felt jealous and you said that we had nothing to be jealous of and we walked away and we stopped talking. talk until one day I see you on the bus and I look at you and you look at me and we have an exchange of glances but I soon look away and look down and give a slight smile and a tear comes from my eye and I arrive at my house and I get off the bus

dry.