There was a day somewhere along the lines
where you and I
became a belated goodbye.

I can't say i didn't see it coming,
I was getting angry every day, though i couldn't see it.
It's as my father once told me when i asked about my mother
Or
what i think he'd have said if i had the courage to ask,
"It never really goes away, the hurt."
"The pain of losing someone you loved."
All you can do is mark it,
The day when the love died.
Remember what the days looked like
When in love becomes love,
when love becomes friendship,
And friendship becomes *dust