I tried but you stopped
that is all there is to it.
over

and it ends, as they all must end. with a smile or with a tear or with nothing.

examine my inbuilt fatalism. i already know what they will say. you call that trying? it is to me. you run, everytime. i know but you can see why. but i thought you said... i was wrong, foolish and blinded by the distance and wanting to be with someone who in memory, from a distance, seemed to be more than he was. oh well...

that's how it will go because i know my friends so well. and they know me so well
sarcasm?
maybe, depends

maybe i will remember from time to time, that which it was
but never forgetting that which it became

a mute soliloquy

and now i will work
goodbye you