Drifting Apart – A Letter to a Best Friend

I’m sorry isn’t good enough.
Now that you’re aware, nothing you say
could possibly have meaning.

You just don’t understand,
a paper mind, thin and penetrable,
almost like it’s not supposed to be there,
almost like your mind has been erased
of anything we used to have.

Tell me something new, something
we haven’t heard before or spoke of
before this place arrived (or perhaps we
arrived at this place)……

…… there is almost no room left.
Let me go. It will be easier and we
both know it has to happen.
There are other people for you, hell
you’ve already found her. Hell,
I love her too, who wouldn’t?
I’m not blind, the silk of time is
sifting past us, gently, but still moving.

Your eyes tell me that you know it’s happening,
I know you know, but we’re both
Afraid to admit it, we don’t want to let go.
It’s time.
One day, when I am old and grey,
but when you haven’t aged a day,
You will call for me in the wind
and say,
“Never forget. I didn’t.”
And I promise, I won’t
because I can’t.

I’m sorry. But I guess that’s not good enough.