The Truth Behind Words [Dark Poems ONLY]

What we used to be

We used to be so close.
Now, we are drawn away
by separate boats,
into separate segments.

We used to talk.
When we were younger...
But now we're much older,
and we've departed into our little worlds.
Yet we never did say good-bye.

And sometimes I wonder if you ever think upon my face
and how my big, bright eyes shone up in the night sky
and how your smile glinted into the sun.
or how our hands were warped into a little web.

We used to be so close.
You and I.

Now all I do is wonder if you ever do dwell upon my face.