growing apart

implications
that we were ever
growing closer
more than walking together, and
going our separate ways

tootles, motherfucker

I'm sorry

Well, hey. I do miss the talks we used to have but no matter how sad the past sometimes makes me I wouldn't: respond
reach out; pull your hands away

stop.

not tears of sadness so much as they bring relief- i am running towards loneliness.
you(r words) are not going with me.

Where did I forget my manners?

All tied up in trying to telepathically transmit information.
Impossible to hear what you're not saying in the meantime.

Stop reading, untie these knots