It's quite sad how that connection always lasts.
It could be days, weeks, months.
But it's as if we start right where we left off.
Like an unfinished autobiography.
As soon as a word comes out of the other's mouth,
we can't help but smile at one another.
As if there wasn't a tragedy that went on between us.
It's been a week.
And I know it will be there the next time we see each other.
But I fear the day that the connection between us ceases to exist.