Everytime our lines go cold
I grow a little afraid
I think
Maybe this was the last chance I had
To prove the fool my heart has made
Everytime we end our conversations
I think the end is near
It usually never is
But this time
This time, I fear
I know, or atleast I think
I think the end is here
But then I spoke to you today,
And I thought I proved myself wrong.
Yet, as we spoke
I realised what I had perhaps known all along
I will always be a friend to you
I’ll always have a friend in you
It just took me a while to see
What it is we already feel
The end is not a moment.
It is not a destined time, nor a final day
It is just when two people
Who loved but outgrew each other
Go their separate way
As I spoke to you,
I knew
That I loved you once before
And that I love you still
But the way I loved you once before
I perhaps never again will.