Different Towns
We’ve always been connected,
Even if by a thin line,
Same schools,
Same town,
Same circles,
You’ve always been in reach,
Two steps away from me,
But when I left town,
So did you,
And when I came back,
You stayed there.
Now when the black trucks pass by,
I look,
Knowing you won’t be there,
Are you happier far away
Or do you miss me like I miss you?
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Your poem makes me miss my best friend who moved far away and ask the last line of your poem
I like these lines:
Now when the black trucks pass by,
I look,
Knowing you won’t be there,
Great poem!