Boredom sinks in. As usual. You vicious thing!
The same story. The same conversation. Pretentious attentiveness, on a downhill journey. A slow one. Not fast enough to kill the boredom. Not too slow to go unnoticed.
I lose track, of words and sentences. Mere words flashing in front of the eyes, no relation, no attachment. One sided affection. A deep hollow. Felt. Ignored.
Facilitative, to walk way. To move on. To forget. To untangle the knots, wilfully created. Erase that attempted smile, repeated compliments, and questions left unanswered.
I look to the sky, on a rainy day. Grey, rain drops filled, falling at their own pace.
I wonder where you are, whether you miss those tantrums, or prefer the boredom of your life. The peace, the silence, minus my voice.
Far away, on a rainy/ a sunny day.