I met you years ago, and then, I did not realize,
You would become a part of life, this big, big web of lies.
We still speak with each other, but only virtually,
And slink away from words that are exchanged – reality.
What is it that makes us stick even after years of pain?
The pain we caused each other or from which the world did gain?
Perhaps we are both lonely; Conversations- means to ends.
Perhaps within each other we have found deserving friends.