Talking about the Weather

You were my best friend,

we built a trust together, like no other,

I've cried in your arms more times than I can count,

I supported you in the ways no one has shown you before,

The way I believe you deserved,

We filled each other up with compliments, care and eventually love,

You told me you would always be there,

You never gave me a reason to doubt that,

Until one day,

You were gone,

Just stopped responding,

With a reason, but without warning,

Just like that,

Your anger, overshadowed our relationship,

Your ideals diluted how I mattered to you,

And you shut me out,

You walked away doing everything that you said you would never do to me,

I am used to being hurt, and I can handle being left behind,

But I didn't even know losing you was an option on the table,

You made a decision based off of my decision and left me, without telling me,

Its been a few months,

And we're kind of talking again,

And I don't want you not in my life,

but you being kind,

Still makes me smile,

But I want to yell, throw things and cry,

We're now here talking about weather, together,

When I used to tell you everything,

Meaningless conversations through clouded contempt,

Never talked about, never resolved,

Just there,

And I want to move forward,

But I feel I cant talk to you,

Not like I used to,

I feel like I cant open myself to trust you again,

When you we're so willing to walk away based on my decisions,

And I want to ask if it was worth it,

But your probably thinking the same thing,

Two people too stubborn to see both sides,

Two people who believe our own opinions are right

Two people who lost a important piece in each others life,

Because you were my everyday call after work,

My guidance, advice and support guy,

But mostly, you were my best friend,

A special person in my life,

Moving away from you, hurt,

But you walking away hurt more,

And you had your reasons,

Valid but not absolute,

But now we're here,

Texting about weather,

knowing you deleted all my photos,

sharing shallow casual conversation from one another,

Like all that care is now callused,

Too hard and too hurt to be easy,

But this is where I guess we chose to be.