On A Friend

Vivaciously verbose
variously vicarious and vituperous
vividly visual and (at times) vacuous.

She is (or at least was, I thought) my friend.
I guess I overstepped my bounds.

Dearly departing diva
disappearing decidedly
dastardly disingenuous decisions.

Love is silliness at best.
With her, it was not only silliness, but ill-advised, and ill-timed.
She got to be the child she could not be when she was a child.

Fond farewell
fleeting facsimiles fading of finery.
Festive future forefront.

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