Cat’s Cradle

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I held your patterned reply,
your acknowledgement,
your voice the same,
but distant.

I held the lingered snatches
of smiles and advice
I selected to save,
but you did not.

‘One-time-best friend’
like other meant-to-be,
formed by manipulation
compliments.

Like ‘you have finally found
your medium’
saying the other attempts
were not salvageable.

Memories in your basement
like a dusty canvas
I thought you would
say, “Outstanding!”

But standing out of the circle
I thought connected us
that childish string game
only tangled us up.