drips and draps

Funny how I don't feel the same way
towards you anymore.

And when things get busy and exciting,
I hardly ever think of you.
And I never thought I'd say this.
And I don't think I want it back.
For now at least.

I wouldn't know what to do, or how to react.

But when I sit by myself and things get quiet and I listen to those same songs, and all the familiar things come to mind. Bits of them, little by little, in drips and draps.