by Ed Kaul
The ink on this story has dried,
and I'm still sorry 'cause I know I lied.
Not only to you, but to myself, too,
I lied when after that night I thought we could make it through.
A friendship could reignite,
And in that capacity we could reunite.
But ever since then we've been distant,
And my heart and mind are caught in a fight.
I know you've got your plans set up and you'll never abort,
But ironically due to your intelligence, our time is growing short.
Can it ever be like it was a year ago? I guess as we let time flow,
It's more and more likely we'll never know.
But I'm not trying to pin anything on you,
I know it's my fault.
I just wish, in the end, these feelings of hopelessness
Would come to a halt.