One shot to the heart without breaking the skin

No-one has the power to hurt you like your friends.
Kept it inside, didn’t tell no-one else;
Didn’t even wanna admit it to yourself.
But now your chest burns,
And your back aches
From fifteen years of holding the pain
And now you’ll only have yourself to blame
If you continue to live this way.
(From “Get It Together” - India Arie)
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Long [...]

I loved my friend.

He went away from me,
There’s nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began -
I loved my friend.
(Langston Hughes)
There are no words left.