The last time we spoke, you said you would always love me.
As a friend.
I put on a brave face and said that was fine, because at the time it was that.
We agreed that things would not change.
That “we” would always remain.
I know you lied to spare my burdened heart.
To protect a friendship, we dearly cherished.
Still I chose to believe every word uttered by your dulcet voice.
God, that cadence.
I dove back in headfirst, thinking I could manage.
This unrequited heart need not ache.
Yet you grew distant.
The next time we spoke, I asked if we were still “we”.
You didn’t answer.
The last time we spoke, we didn’t speak at all.
A simple smile and wave.
I closed my heart to you
I don’t think of you.
I won’t think of you.