We both drew straws..

We still talked..

A little less.. but we still talked..

Only difference was..

It now felt like I was talking to myself.

And then I'd sit back and think..

"I'd look in a mirror if talking to myself was fun."

In my eyes, it was a curiously funny ol' situ to be in..

Not happy~funny.

Sad~funny.

Kinda like, we both drew straws..

And I came up short..

Yeah.. The short end of the stick..

Life..

It is what it is..