Once Before.

The cordial strangers on the bench
Were once friends who spoke for countless hours.
The silent couple at the table
Were once enthusiastic, passionate lovers.
The lady stealing glances at the man in Blue
Was once his assistant and confidant.
The man gazing fondly at the child on the swings
Once called her his little princess.
But their bonds were severed
As bonds usually are,
With the gradual flow of poison
In the veins of the relationship,
Resulting in detachment.
As formalities stealthily creeped into the familiarities.


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