I used to write.
But now it seems so pointless knowing you’ll no longer be reading it
Occasionally glancing breezes finding enough room for an awkward hello
A tip of the hat
Is all I can muster
As it is enough just to hold back the fake smile you make me swallow
Time is a faltering clock
Because my mind is still stuck on rewind
I remember the times that threatened to last longer than just a moment
For moments pass
Far quicker than the feelings I had for you.