Drifting apart,
in a stale piece of art.
A jigsaw puzzle that goes together so easily, pieces fitting perfectly as if two are one, and one is really two.
Once we were a whole now we are cracked never to be whole.
An empty space that no one knows exists because they can't read you,
like your old friend could do.
They don't get you,
like your former friend would.
Sadness sets in,
as a whole new world begins.
It starts with loneliness, but as you pass your former friend and all the meaningful memories that you had.
They just walk by and you don't understand why they do the new things they do.
Sad and depressed you now see that you weren't close of friends as friends might be.
