and still, we get bored.
we know people, and then we're bored of them. (?)
we know people, and then we don't anymore.
we know people, and then we change.
we know people, and then we forget why.
we know people, and then we say goodbye.
somewhere along the way, over last summer, it seems;
two became two,
three became four,
one became none.
i still don't think i understand what happened, yet the new perspectives, and the ensuing guilt, seem to be more than i bargained for.
actually, no.
it's hard to say how when i don't know why (and nothing is as it seems), and who when i don't know what,
but now it's almost as if one tiny piece of the big picture is at last within reach.
maybe?
maybe.
it happens.
just don't make it
bigger than it already is, okay?