We pretend we won't lose touch
But we will
People like us always do
We are the almosts
The almosts never last
We never last in love
We never last in hate
We never last as friends
So we fade
We fade into our own lives
We fade into memories
That may cross out minds every once in a while
We fade into acquaintances.
Into strained "how are yous" and "I'm doing fines"
Because to be close is too painful
But to hate is impossible
So we fade into that place
The place for the almosts