What does this mean?
What are we doing?
Conversing without talking?
Or talking without conversing?

Is there some hope left?
Some hope left so that I could believe?
Is there a thought left?
A thought left to conceive?

A friendship like this,
Comes along every 9 lives or so,
Thousands,
Sit upon their windowsills,
Looking to the moon,
To find you for me.

So are we throwing it away again?
Are we lying to ourselves,
That it never really happened?

Because I believe we can manage,
To show the universe it’s wrong.
I believe that we can be undefeatable,
Just like we were before,
So strong.

I’m scared to,
Of another rejection,
Not only from you.

But together,
I know,
We can do it all.

And if your asking me,
Let’s just give each other a bloody call.

Because this friendship,
Comes along every 9 lives,
And I may be patient,
But I can’t wait that long,
We can have it now,
So let’s both,
At the count of three,
Pick up the god forsaken phone.

It’ll be just first-class, as it was before…