Conversations

Late night conversations

Become longer and longer

Not because there is more to say

But because there is nothing at all to be said

Our 'how was your day?' segment used to take a minute

Now it takes days for the question to be asked and answered

And our goodbyes are shorter now, have you noticed?

We used to talk until we could no longer stay awake

We used to delay our goodbyes until we could no more

And now, here we are, rushing to them even before we get through our hellos

And sometimes I want to ask you what went wrong

As I struggle to answer your simple inquiries about my mundane life

But wouldn't that one question, so different from the usual

A relief even, from our carbon copy conversations

Wouldn't it be the very last asked?

So then shall we just leave Pandora's Box shut

And pretend we are as we always were;

Happy?