How to start a conversation? That's the question, isn't it? Don't you dare try to tell me I forgot What niceties bear the *****ย ย of tightness I'm here, aren't I?
So how are you? insipid So where were you? cutthroat So what can I call you murderer Since you left?
I heard once You broke formation, and told the wave of indifference you'd call me... Where was that, that Stuttering star sign Supposed to make you divine for me?
The truth is I'm lonely, But not worn, like So many rocks in the ocean, I think I prefer the company of schools of fish And dark things from the sea Than... Well You know
But how to end a conversation? You're the best at ending things. Lonely? What's to be alone? Better, you said it yourself, Better than being apart.
A poem about meeting old friends, old partners and finding awkward conversation can't end too quickly. Time spent talking to such people is considered quite critically, I find, as if you're asking whether it's really worth it, despite the old value of the talk - that's where I got economics from :)