…and now that we both have different faces,
enough character development to feel replaced,
put through our paces, ran different races,
do we renew, spin-off, or let credits fade?
Were our hangouts rerun-worthy,
even slightly noteworthy?
Are they binge-worthy or cringe-worthy
in the tapes of your mind?
Sometimes I’m convinced they’re just your filler episodes
filled with throwaway lines.
I know we’ve already taken too much of each other’s time,
but I need to know if I’ll see any trickling royalties,
bi-weekly checks to my balance hitting like designer drugs
stabilizing, placating, and deluding me,
a washed up star, keeping it just numb enough.
As we spin out in diverging narratives,
do I use “is” or “was” to call you “friend”?
Never thought I could fault you, friend,
never thought we’d be victims of the fall-through trend
though you could never follow up, follow through, or attend.
Now I’m contemplating the call button before I call you, friend?
I’m crashing out coping with rising tension,
why am I even trying to call you at 3am?
Checking if you saved space for me or if I’m a has-been,
a nostalgia-piece, like a childhood toy you played pretend with
that walked you through some of your darkest days,
wasn’t afraid to descend with,
but still found itself in your box of giveaways.
Let’s just skip to the end, don’t slip away;
spoil the finale, cut a slow decay:
(We’re bitter because I say I cared more than you ever did.)
Trust me, we’re better that way — abridged.
different faces 