I feel a rap coming on, but, of course, my meter and cadence is off. And don't even get me started on my rhyming.

 

It began, unassuming as it was, 

two friends,

communing and reminiscing in the ether.

 

Neither one of us expecting it would ever go far, 

just a harmless little fun, 

to pass away the empty hours, 

and take some solace,

in one another's consolations.

 

Life had been hard, so we both had that in common, we had a well of deep emotions in our different lives that we could draw from.

 

I began to get comfortable, sharing all I had with you, and I could tell by the emojis that you began to feel it, too.

 

At some point it became love, we said it and we longed to hear it, every night and every day, so much our hearts could barely bear it,

 

Just to go a couple hours seemed like days and weeks and minutes, just waiting for that one next message just to see what you'd say in it.

 

It never takes too long, for things to go wrong, I usually see to it, like fucking things up was my plan all along.

 

I said things and acted out in ways to make the scales tip, from love back to like, and from like, further back to zip,

 

Like we never met, or never did remember each others names, just faces on a page we might have overlooked and never glanced again.

 

I'm glad I knew you, I'm glad I let you know me, too, so even if we're through, we still existed, and at some point in time, we do.

I might go back there, revisit in a millennium or two, and check up on you, to see if you can still remember, too.

 

So, bye for now, I find myself without a plan, nothing to do, no one to hold my hand.

 

Just an island underwater, and my castles made of sand, like my mind and my body, deteriorating daily as the seasons pass.

I'll never say never, I always say too much as it is, in darkness waiting for sparks to fly out of the abyss.