Every time we meet,
There's an awkward pause between each word said
as if it was rehearsed a thousand times in our heads.
There's a tension that pulls us together,
but keeps us apart forever.
You look at me
no longer with love.
Searching to see
an opportunity to leave.
"I miss you. I always have and always will. Please come back to me."
Of course, I don't say this out loud
because I know you don't want to hear it.
As a matter of fact,
you don't care enough to not want it anymore.
Instead,
I make up an excuse that we both know isn't true.
But you let it go
because us being friends is all for show.