These are old times, these are old friends, these are old reassurances you are offering me. I hear them so many times; they are as many as water drops in a sea. Your love has become so ancient that it is forgotten in the scattered milestones of our relationship. Your cheer so lethargic, I can feel the effort you put into your smiles, I know the reluctance in your breath before it cascades me, I can see you dreaming of a life that excludes me. It has been six years since I have known you, you would think I know you through and through. Actually, I do. Moments have accrued, balance sheets of misdeeds have been made, we've got our own from each other. You would think we've spent each other out. You claim you've begun loving me. I protract the minutes with you. Yet, I can see us draw a sheet of silence between us. These are solo battles we fight, these are inevitable realities we live, these are obvious lies we tell. I have done it so many times; they are like breeze within breeze to me