Gabbing about my day and talking
about life has never been our thing,
has it?

Forced conversations is the essence
of our relationship. Being in your presence
makes the hairs on my arms stand up.
My neck tenses, only thinking
about it.

I thought these things came fully equipped,
instinctual bonds. But all you do
when you are near, is disrupt.
You are a rotten human being,
so I'm done causing a fit.

I have accepted that we will never
get along.   And no, this isn't one of those
teenager things.

         It has been like this as long
         as I can remember.
    
                     You lost me as a daughter,
                      and as a friend,
                      long ago.