How to start a conversation?
That's the question, isn't it?
Don't you dare try to tell me I forgot
What niceties bear the ***** of tightness
I'm here, aren't I?
So how are you? insipid
So where were you? cutthroat
So what can I call you murderer
Since you left?
I heard once
You broke formation, and told the wave of indifference you'd call me...
Where was that, that
Stuttering star sign
Supposed to make you divine for me?
The truth is I'm lonely,
But not worn, like
So many rocks in the ocean,
I think I prefer the company of schools of fish
And dark things from the sea
Than... Well
You know
But how to end a conversation?
You're the best at ending things.
Lonely? What's to be alone?
Better, you said it yourself,
Better than being apart.
A poem about meeting old friends, old partners and finding awkward conversation can't end too quickly. Time spent talking to such people is considered quite critically, I find, as if you're asking whether it's really worth it, despite the old value of the talk - that's where I got economics from :)
