A stranger to my eyes, he killed me softly.
Not with songs but words and messages.
Though letters where read out loud,
...it was not him that did, but I.
Staying up, starring at online statuses
and starting to talk, about almost everything.
He writes words of which meaning is lost,
conversations off the grid, in trust and such.
Friendships start in different ways these days
and different places and stages.
Some raw and in need of some aging.
Like wine, the taste gets better with the years.
It can flourish with the right circumstances.
Or turn in to vinegar...sour like acid.
Friendships tend to end, the way they start,
mysteriously quiet and suddenly gone.
Question remains why did he kill me softly?
Without spoken words, without looking eye tot eye.
Without knowing if this is really goodbye!
One thing I know for sure....
He killed me softly, as I killed him.
And now we wait....
The silence is deafening ....
It kills by itself without him or me doing anything.
Painfully real this death of a dream