This is what we do.
We let our feelings decay
As we let time past us at bay.
We haven’t even seen each other for a mere second of the day.
And I’m starting to realize what you’ve already realized.
That, what we have,
Or rather what we had,
Was nothing but bad.
And now I’m seeing you smile,
As if you’ve felt nothing but glad.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016