cruising along two separate parallels
where there are no points of intersection
now, the hurt
the words
and the assumptions has pushed us further
i no longer want to be in the same room as you
much less hold a conversation with you
i no longer want to be a part of your life
nor have you be a pat of mine
in this time and day,
where communications and networks interconnect
and where different lives cross paths,
sometimes without us knowing,
i fight to stay afloat
and atop of this situation
i do not want to be the recipient of your guilt-tripping
of your words of hurt,
whether intentional or not,
i wish to segment myself away from you,
as best as i can
that phone call shall be the last,
and the only ever words we shall share with each other from now on
it, or rather, i have had enough
i am no bearer of the future
nor am i to predict the outcomes of our paths
if we were to meet and befriend again,
we shall
if not, this is goodbye
take heed,
let's leave it at that
and not on an attempt at sour redemption
move on, and know that there is a life beyond
beyond this episode
beyond this gates of past encounter
