Two Strangers... Sitting In The Same Room.

It’s weird how we’ve become like two strangers sitting in the same room.
What happened to you?
What happened to me?
How did we come so far from where we used to be?
Weren’t we in love?
Didn’t we used to consume each other like drugs?
What made you decide to drop me like a bad habit?
Did I become too much?
Did you get lost in being an addict?
Did you feel like you went too far?
Like you lost yourself in the consumption?
I’m not sure when we got off on the wrong foot.
Or was I the only one hooked on the phonics your words gave me
and the ways your presence swayed me like a silent storm.
I craved you like rainy weather.
Wishing for your rhythmic taps on my window pane
To ease me into dreams that I could replay
when I wanted to escape the wars in my mind.
Your thunder rolling and lightning strikes
would static shock electricity through my spine.
Maybe I was just intoxicated off the idea of you?
And you were just tolerating me
And the ways I carried on like wind
Never sure of where I might go, but always sure that you could feel me
whenever you needed a breeze.
Maybe I was just the adventure that tangoed high with the leaves and trees.
Loud, but easy.
Not quite visible to others,
But if one paid close enough attention to their surroundings
you could see me
present and right by your side
I was the kind drug you could hide.
Is that what you liked about me?
That I was the substance that no one could see?
Were you ever enticed by my frequency?
I thought you fucked with my vibrancy?
I guess we didn’t vibrate high enough.
Just barely getting lifted off the ground.
I thought we gave each other pleasure,
But it seems that pain is all that’s left to be found
It seems that despite all our efforts this zone we’ve entered into screams danger
And the anchor we once cherished has turned us into strangers
Leaving nothing but our memories to hold on to.
Do you reminisce on our bliss?
Because I do.
I imagine you often in my day dreams.
And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit
that I am nervous about how it seems, we’ve drifted so far.
Transitioning into something that would cast us worlds apart.
I’m terrified,
but also looking forward to seeing what's meant to be.
Things are going to be different
And one day we’ll see what this was all for.
Maybe we’ll decide to be back for more.
But how will we know,
if we never take the time to separate and grow?
We’re just holding on to what’s familiar out of fear
when it seems our time is done here.
And as much I as I hate to see you go,
I would hate even more for us to become foes
Because we didn’t decide to get off the train
before we barely had anything left but our agony and pain.
So while it’s still so weird how we’ve become strangers…
sitting in the same room...
I know getting off here is better
than riding into our midnight summer’s gloom.

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