What a pity for the burn of your love — a toothless fire;
we started so strong, but now we struggle to ignite,

I suspected as much — for a boneless smile; just
pretending to be so kind for all those squandering
moments by following their own misguided advice.

The hollowness of your eyes leaves a bitter aftertaste,
on my mind — such a hopeless fire. So helpless to stoke
the flame; yet, one that I can’t deny still resonates with
your name, so we title it simply, as us just being
friends.