Every time we meet,

There's an awkward pause between each word said
as if it was rehearsed a thousand times in our heads.

There's a tension that pulls us together,
but keeps us apart forever.

You look at me
no longer with love.
Searching to see
an opportunity to leave.

"I miss you. I always have and always will. Please come back to me."

Of course, I don't say this out loud
because I know you don't want to hear it.

As a matter of fact,
you don't care enough to not want it anymore.

Instead,
I make up an excuse that we both know isn't true.

But you let it go
because us being friends is all for show.