a void

there’s something about us
there’s something untrue
when i talk to you
i don’t feel anything
but the blues
i can be your friend
if you want me to
to answer calls
to check
on you

but that’s all
i can hardly reciprocate
because i don’t feel a need to
there’s something about us, something big and blue:
a 10 year void where i barely knew anything about you

and no amount of calls
will be enough
to fill it
because voids
have a tendency


to grow bigger