We do it all again
The pleasantries
the catching up
the awkward smiles
It’s life on repeat
with nothing in between
We say we’ll call
we’ll stay in touch
(this time we might even mean it)
but we never follow through
We’ll drift on
our separate lives
and never even notice
until the next time
Empty words
broken promises
forever cycling
maybe we were friends once
but now we hardly know each other
and maybe it’s better that way…
And now we’re to the down cycle, folks. Just a little bitter, cynical take on the whole “old friends meeting up” thing. Apparently, this is what happens when I try to write another “sappy, crappy love poem” when I’m not exactly feeling the love anymore…