Five.
Excitements rise,
As we say goodbye,
The world seems smaller,
Distances can't divide.

Four.
We speak our hearts,
As words seem sharp,
But conversations flow,
As thoughts never let us drift apart.

Three.
Booming voices
At both ends,
A cacophony of noises,
Trying to push thoughts in.

Two.
Silence creeps,
As words disappear,
Comfort seeks,
To agree with each other.

One.
We once were,
Now what we can never be,
We once loved,
Now we barley breath.

Zero.
Our world is naught,
We don't know one another,
We'll be a dream,
That once created a world unlike any other.

Five.
We're perfect strangers,
Like imaginary friends,
Who've outgrown each other.
Yet our silhouette exists,
As nothing more than,
A faded perfume,
On your favourite shirt,
That you'll discard soon.