Our concrete of friendship, torn apart - as simple as breathing
no one says it is easy; to put it – together
as one building.
Whether I put the bricks wrong;
or maybe,
it needs a little more cement
to bind the foundation
or maybe, I put too much water; less cement and sand
thus it cracked – minute by minute
and now, what remains
is only,
the scheme of our building,
ashes and wreckage
and my body; under the leftovers.
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