a lesson saved for our next lifetime

to lose is more painful than to love

remnants of once was

serve as a constant reminder for what can never be.

his eyes say more than his pressed lips ever could

the space between us

growing and growing

with each thought we share.

don’t say it

the silence becomes indifference

which becomes passive aggressiveness

then silence once again

but in the end,

that cold shoulder always felt so warm.

so we ended exactly as we began,

strangers.