LOST IN SYNC

"You feel like a memory pretending to be real."

Is it weird,
That I know you, and you know me?

Was it long ago?
Like, really long ago?
When the world felt smaller, and we were all it held?
The fights, the laughter, the quiet in-betweens?

We were "us," right?
We had our rhythm
Shared silence, small mischief, quiet loyalties.
We played. We shared. We fought.
We made up.
We were present in each other’s lives, in sync.

Yes. That was long, long ago.

When did we stop being "us"?
Was it distance? Time? Life?
The world change
Age change
Things change.

But we’re not sad.
We don’t argue.
We just… aren’t.
We just don’t fit like we used to .

Now, here we are.
You in front of me.
And there’s nothing to say.

Truly,
I’m happy to see you .

But it’s awkward.
Strange.

Something that once felt natural now feels distant.
Being “us” is tempting but not sure how.
Something known, yet unknown.

Anyway, good to see you again.
I see your face.
You see mine.
A nod, a smile.
You felt that hug, right?

But after that...
I didn’t know what to say.
Didn’t know what to ask.
Didn’t know how to find our rhythm again.

Somewhere along the way,
We stopped being “us.”
And I forgot how to be us anymore.

"( I thought that was it.
But no "
Then we talked.
Phase one of awkwardness ended.

Maybe we could be "us" again.
Something different ,
yet something real again.)"

Author's Note

The ending is yours to choose.
Sometimes people drift, and silence wins.
Sometimes, a spark flickers back—brief, fragile, but real.
Both are true. Both are honest.