there wasn’t a moment
when we stopped knowing each other.
i still remember your birthday,
the way you took your coffee,
the story you told me about your mother.
i still know which songs
you used to skip.
that’s what makes it strange.
nothing happened badly enough
to explain the distance.
we just kept becoming
slightly different people,
on separate days,
in separate places.
until knowing everything about you
became knowing that
i don’t know anything anymore.
~shreeraj