Nothing. Nothing.

I looked up to watch you saunter upon me.
Eight long months of invisibility.
Finally you are now sitting right in front of me.
And as I gazed into your eyes expecting to feel something
The same beauty was there, but it was devoid of memory
As though your eyes did not change, but mine did.
And all I felt
is nothing.

Few minutes ago, my heart was racing at this momentous time
I haven't seen you in a while and I don't know
How my heart would handle the sight of you,
the voice of you, your thoughtful gaze, and unmistakable presence.

But something wore off.

We talked for a while, about the present. Me and you. And career.
My heart was not tempted to ask too personal questions.
Questions that we have always conversed about every time.
My tongue did not breech the territory of the heart,
which we both once were so familiar with.
My mouth did not cross the line of extra-friendship
And truth is, I did not even force it to.
Somehow it just dropped the ball
that was supposed to bounce on you.

And as we sit side by side, I wondered if we will
talk in hushed voices as if no one's around.
But my heart was too indifferent to make an effort.
And even though I planned on messaging you this season,
I can't even think of a reason to do it.

So this is how it feels.
And this is really how it ends.

With nothing. That can turn to something.
Finally, we can be just friends.