Post-Script

Every time we laugh, we are closer to the last. We know,
the last time we spoke, there was a lot left unsaid.
I know you like me less than you used to,
...So do I.

There is not much to do or say…
so lets talk about new places,
and the people we've met.

And when we are done…
Let us pull down the blinds, and let the darkness in.
Have a hushed conversation in awkward silence..
And make love like we used to, till time runs out...

And when morning comes back to life,
We shall straighten out the sheets...
And kiss goodbye, one last time.