And I also say yes --
when old fellas ask me out.

But I wouldn't be there, no.
We've ran out of conversations.
We've exhausted authenticity.
We're all like hostages confined in a room
and forced to be cordial
and nice for an hour or two.

Funny --
I've just ended certain friendships tonight

With more or less 10 people.
No, I did not just disappear.
I gave them my closure.
I told them that they
at least
deserve that.

And --
thanked them for the years we've been through.

I'm concluding any relationship in my life
that lacks profundity.
Come second week of April and
I will have few friends left.
Few, yes.
But genuine nonetheless.
And that's sufficient to make this life worth living.

I guess this is it --
we're all ghost stories in the end.