Time

*I initially wrote this intending to be a poem, but it sounded too cheesy.*

I just saw your smile, one more time, through a sheet of filaments and electricity.

My heart sinks, a tad, but still noticeable.  Yes, as much as I'd like to mute the pain.

Should I feel less? Want less? Know less? Care less?  No.  

That would just invalidate myself.

It is plain absurdity to feel so much affinity, that it is borderline fabricated as it is idyllic.  

I just need time to wrangle free of these thoughts and emotions.  I need to fall back to my grounded state, from love to friendship.

I need to just be a friend again.

Sleeping At Last - Masquerade