Vulnerable

Your approach spurred a flood of memories.
Dreams and fears of years gone by.

What words could be shared.
Between pieces of the same.

Are you still the friend I remember?
Am I still yours?

Everything is different.
Aged not through years.

Yet very the same.
Hearts entwined without missing a beat.

Dear friend,
Hello.

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