friendship lost

noise muffled
in the fuzz
of not knowing
if I am rejecting you
or you
me
for I was bluffing,
when I turned a (cold)
shoulder
for you (to lean on)
or
was I?

late night TV static
suspends
the mind
numbed above
the dictates
of the heart
which
now beats
in continued
fracture of the journey
that we held to share.

yet we shove
still
in denied conflict
to slip
on the icy
path of Pride.
Hurt.
and now
Loss.
did you do this? or did I?
and why?

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