Still Alive

Death of a friendship
It’s a strange thing
Feeling like you’re there
Feeling like you’re nowhere
Sensing what we had
Distasteful nothingness
Delivered on an empty platter
Of whatever is nothing
A forked tongue of fruit
That used to be something
Now just pacifies everything
Take it slow sounds more like
End of the road for me
That’s okay
At least we can be certain
Of one thing

Mourning our deaths
Even though we’re both still alive

© GÄ