A friend I lost touch with, a friend I wronged, a friend who was a great friend and I took them for granted.
Now I crave the ties severed.
But even if I reach out, I know it won’t be the same, the cracks appear too many. It could either be a good thing, resplendent like the beauty of imperfection or too metastasized to survive.
I need to know, but will it be worth it?
Fingers in symphony 