It seems inevitable.
These things seem to have the habit of finding you again.

But I'm just hoping,
I won't lose you.
I won't lose a great friend.
I won't be left with only memories.
I won't be left with a song that reminds me of you.

Ironically, we're barely talking.
And I'm doing nothing about it.
You're so distant and stranger-like,
to the extent that a smile was all I could muster up.