Guess I’ll see you when I see you
Maybe never again
Thought we were friends
But we could never be
I care too much
And you not at all
The middle ground is nothing
And that seems where we’re headed.
If we’re not already there
It’s only a matter of time.
Seems that there’s never enough or just too much
Ours was always tenuous and abrupt.
The meets, few and far between.
Guess our stream ran dry.
I’m still not ready for goodbye
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