I got a call from you at 2am. Your drunk voice met my waking consciousness, "I'm just close to your house"; you bellowed, and I wondered what you meant.
Did you expect I'd stay up waiting for you in all the years that went by?
Even the shore that awaits the waves often have its sands replenished by it, when it suddenly shows up; but you add nothing to me and I add nothing to you, for we are just stories that linger in the shadows of our past.
Hoping to be resurrected by a feeling, a memory, a thought or a loose word on the lips of someone new.
Then I calmly said; "I don't think seeing you is a good idea" and then there was silence. That kind that shows presence by not being there in a horror movie before something bad happens.
You were the horror movie that came to an end the moment I neither loved nor hated you.
And like the words of Elie Wies “The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference"; I've beautifully turned numb towards you.
Such a sweet silence that only being content with ones' self knows. Let it go dear friends and be at peace.