Entering the room , and dispersing into our own corners
their own little faux worlds was a welcomed distraction .
Once the conversations they craved for, have now turned into fights
They used to crave for moments together , now solitude was their only solace
Even after such distances its the little things that keeps them bonded,
A concerned look from across the room ,
A smirk of assurance ,
A pseudo sarcastic comment,
and most of all the silence of words unspoken yet perceived.

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