When was the last time we met anyway? Probably at the park? Small talks because I forced myself to talk to you, a little bit at least of random stories of the trees-flowers-scenery and then the ‘see you later!s’ but I knew we wouldn’t anyway And guess what? I was right, I expected some huge explosion to end it with, like a beat drop at the end because our time together was turbulent, but there was just a casual fade out So we just fell apart, not fell out, fell apart. There’s a difference. I used to be your right hand person but now I feel indifferent. I think back to the time we declared each other best friends forever and, I was thinking how much it would hurt to lose you, but now? I’m happy about how far apart we are. If I see you again, I wouldn’t jump-cry-hug you I’ll just smile and ask ‘how are you these days?’ because the past is in the past.
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