C11I love how we can never finish a conversation,More Like This
And yet i know better than to pick it up.
It seems to me no different than a hot pot left on the stove.
But if a pot is hot,
It is so because it has served its purpose,
Is the purpose of a conversation to die unfinished?
Perhaps for an awkward one and definitely for an unwanted one,
But what about ours?
I have lost relevance to you.
I say this not in anger but in understanding,
It is easier to care about those who your path crosses with ease.
Not to mention effortless to keep them in memory.
I have reached this thought after he and i went separate ways
I believed i would miss him, even crave him
But no such longing has come to me.
I finally understood how you must feel.
You who try so very hard to hold those you called "friends" in the past
Alongside those present companions.
Maybe you'll read this and realize this is what you feel.
Perhaps you won't see this at all.
(And by see, I mean read and ponder.)
If you do just read it,