I wish that we could talk the way that we used to,
where you would say something and make my heart flutter, or skip a beat.
But now it’s not the same, well at least like it used to be.
It’s the same identical responses every time.
I look forward to your call every night but somehow still don’t get one.
As I sit here writing this, you are probably asleep.
Not even thinking about me, like I think about you.
Thinking how you are the only person I want to see tomorrow and the last person I want to talk to.
But that will never happen.
You have left me on read for the last time and I have given up.
The words come easier than before and I think it is because my brain has given up. It has decided that I don’t need to continue down this dark path that I navigate through blindly.
Hoping to come out the other end in one piece.
But somehow every time another piece gets chipped off and my heart breaks slowly. I have given up on us, our friendship.
But I know that an “us” was never a possibility to you.
It was something you never thought would happen.
Copyright © Meredith Tally | Year Posted 2021
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