Since you won’t speak to me unless it’s my birthday,
Guess we’re just Facebook friends, now
And nothing more
I miss talking to you, as I would any person who was once dear
But I miss you particularly, even as I know it’s fine that we don’t speak
Our lives belong in seperate hemispheres just like our bodies physically are
You’re better for it and, in a small way, I guess l am too.
I relied on you too much when I was sad,
So my feelings were always confused
I lost what could have been a better friendship
Because I turned to you too much.
Now that you’re no longer there,
I feel my pains more acutely
The loneliness is worse than it was before
Because, now, there’s no one to share anything with
But we were never meant to be good friends
Things always interrupted our bond
We, too, treated it poorly;
We distorted it
Now, it’s simply undefined like dividing zero by zero and finding the limit
We might need a rule like L’Hôp’s to redefine us
But even then, the definition would be in a sense distorted
It will have a theoretic answer: just a new set of demarcated possibilities,
A clear boundary that it can never approach,
So Facebook frinds for now, I guess.
Maybe something more later?
You’ll have to let me know.