Not Empty
Forgone friends
don’t leave nothing,
the remains of a bitter taste
hatred stewing in their absence
Left with vacant memories
distorted characters
a yearning of what once was
Sipping on the well of the past
ever critical of what’s to come,
you use your void to
fill your future.
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Forgone friends
don’t leave nothing,
I enjoyed especially this phrasing.