I'm worried.
It's starting again-- this is how it always
always
******* starts.
We get too busy,
I have things to do,
you have things to do,
it's all the same, it's okay.
Suddenly, I'm too far away,
it's too much of a hassle now,
and we won't have much time.
Next thing you know, days become
weeks
and weeks become
months,
and eventually
even though we were the greatest,
we have faded and
there is no we.