Did it not hurt you,
when we were severed apart?
Maybe, just maybe, the word is true,
that you never wanted us to start.

I can feel us,
our friendship, gradually disintegrating,
into ashes and thin strips of rust,
until the denouement of deterioration.

You are now, sheerly, an unrequited montage,
as I accidentally utter your name.
An elusive and blurry mirage,
is all you shall remain.

But, I'll enjoy the ride,
while it lasts,
the conversations that have dried,
and memories of stained glass.