It’s been so long
It seems more like a game
What’s going on here?
A relation with no name

We talk and chat
Pull each other down
Don’t care for the feelings
Pounce like a clown

I am not up for this…
Don’t think it makes sense
When there is a vacuum
with nothing but offense.

Each time we talk
It reminds me of the past
It doesn’t feel good
and leaves me aghast.

No wound that can heal
No crack that can mend.
After what we had
I can’t continue as a friend

Don’t call or write
Don’t bother me again
We’ll now be strangers
With pleasure and no pain

                      — Khushi