Hello

How many days have we allowed to slip past our window?
Our window of opportunity,
To meet like before,
To discover, reminisce and rekindle.

How many hours have we watched descend through the clouds?
Setting as its light fades,
Into a gentle golden glow,
Into a scorched pink scar across the skies.

So you casually wave my hello back at me.
"Let's catch up soon," you say.
That was a hello I meant.
A hello I felt that was real.

Catch up. Catch up. Catch up.
Yes, we should.
But we won't.