From me to you

we never used to shift positions like this.
we didn't have to talk, we weren't afraid of silence.
but now we have grown up;
our hands no longer work or fit together like they did.
the narrative has broken down into incoherency.
I probably should be used to friends growing out of me.
but since I am not,
I bound up all your letters, tied them up, and gave them back
a gift from me to you.
there is no reason to point fingers
because it will not change a thing.
we both let hours and minutes slip by
until we could no longer recognize each other.
so goodbye, goodbye my friend.
let's not forget a thing.
goodbye. goodbye.
I will remember everything.
goodbye, goodbye.