I often wonder…

…if we are still friends.

After all the time shared.

The feelings expressed.

The skin caressed.

The passion unleashed.

The hearts touched.

The stories exchanged.

The dinners cooked and eaten together.

The notes written.

Till they weren’t.


Till they stopped.

Till you stopped.

Till little by little you pulled away to the point that you may have thought it undetectable.

No big deal.

Just, life evolving.

As it does.

The thing is.

I detected.

I noticed.

I felt.

I grieved.


I still do.


After all this time.

And all this non contact or communication.



And sad.

And as they cliche say “it is what it is”.

But is it?

I guess I’ll never know.

But what a fucking cop out.

And a damn shame.

Connection is rare. Or at least it seems so.

Why do we throw it away instead of letting it evolve? Nurturing it into a next phase if what was isn’t to be what it was any longer.

It can certainly still be something.

If we were friends.

If it was something.

If we were connected.

If it was real.


I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I. Don’t. Know.

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