"How's life?"
She asked me,
While trying to reach her phone.
"Alive and unwell"
"Hmmm" He nodded.

"Small talk?" I replied.
"No, I was just passing by"
I shook my head a little,
Feeling disappointed,
Wishing her to stay.

"See you around"
But I know it'll be the last.
I'm tired of waiting,
In our usual spot,
I'll never wait again.

We're one meter apart,
But we were so close to each other,
Just like we did before.
Now it's just a piece of conversation.
A small talk that should be avoided.

© Midnight Rain