#aeternaexe

There were once two people, Unplagued by shattered glass, Known only to each other; Meeting on the train, Mornings in the rain, A whisper of the cherry blossom soaked Falling to mush, And the smell of their hemp woven jumper.

A funny thing is friendship lost, Pangs of the cost that time takes, Loss like a lover makes, And yet if I reached, you may reply, Not the same as you were then, And I, Not the same either.

I saw your old internet persona today On a lost piece of socialisation, Realisations crash like thunderstorms above, We have not been in love, ever, Or at least not for a decade passed, And yet, And yet did we not say it? Did we not display it?