you never know
when the last time
is the last time
you think
you have time
but you don't
and even if they're sitting right across from you
you look at them and know
you will never talk to them again
that those words you last spoke
will be the last they will ever hear from you
whether you like it or not

it's not the fight that hurt
it's not the sharp words
it's the silence
the numbing silence
when you know
"this is it"
when there is no longer a fight
it's just
nothing
no feeling
no hate
but
no love

It’s the saddest thing in the world
To realize things will never be the same
But somewhere
Deep inside you
You come to the conclusion
You don’t want things to be
And that’s okay
Though the moment may have been good
It’s no longer reality
So you do what anyone else would do
You enjoy the moment
But you don’t ever go back to it

it's a little overwhelming
to think
your best friend is no longer there
and is
never
coming
back.