The tragedy isn't that we no longer speak to each other,
The tragedy isn't in the tears that drench our pillows when we think of each other,
Or when we call and for some reason we ignore each other,
It's not in the fact that our mutual friends have to pick a side when it comes to confidentiality pertaining to one of us,
The tragedy isn't that we have to avoid spots where we shared our best memories,
Or when we're with someone new we hope they are exactly like us but a little better,
It's not that the distance hurts deeper with each widening gap
It's that it would take a long time maybe never for we to heal ourselves of our self inflicted wounds,
It's that there were lots of trusts that were broken and unkept promises,
The tragedy is that try as much as we want to move on, there's a nagging truth in that there's a piece of us that we would never get back, and sadly the new people we meet would never be able to see
