“It’s been a while,” they said. Is that your hand or is it mine?
I’ve counted the days. I’ve looked from the outer, in.
Have we been here before?
smile but I have nothing. For a time that was easier. But here we are again. You’re unchanged, but I’ve done fifty laps just to get to the same place.
I’ve talked for you. Apologized for you. But this isn’t going the way I thought it would.
I thought I could read your mind. But I was reading my own instead.
We’ve been here before.
“It’s been a while.”