Stop thinking.
How long has it been since we last meet? Years?
How long has it been since we last talked? Even longer?
Yet I still know everything that is going on in your life.
How awkward every conversation I have with your mum is one-sided but she doesn't seem bothered when I never asked about you.
How can something so near be so far? Unattainable. That describes our relationship.
Stop reminiscing.
The one picture I still keep.
A chain, a ring, a card. Our last presents.
I put them away, yet out of sight, doesn't mean out of mind.
Memories are fickle. They appear when you least expected them.
It takes two hands to clap.
Transitions ain't easy. New environment. New people. New relations.
A bond, when stretched becomes thin. It's inevitable.
Their deaths broke whatever link we had. That's what I like to think. Because the alternative is worse.
