Loose Ends
Maybe it's time I say farewell; maybe the time, time, time, time, the time has closed upon us: me, the cause of too much fuss made to make this worthwhile, the fires of affection burned to ash. We were through before the first signs of mutual adoration had sprouted. Quite possibly, my own words have outed me from any possibility of riding out this train together. I've taken different trains of thought these days, it'd be odd to stay on the same old forever. We have long since taken different planes, walked separate waysides that are lesser tread by varied faces. Had we found proper letters and symbols, words and sentences to say what we mean, would we still choose opposite ...