I sat on a table of
old friends

and old conversation and

five years ago

I am not today who

I was

Five years ago.

But the conversation

five years old

without a speck of

difference

and I 

stained 

and 

tainted

by a hundred million

specks 

of it.

The conversation

took me

five years back 

and it was horrid

and scary
and all too familiar.

It reminded me

of my

failure 

in Love

and 

Friendship.

Because 

I

would have 

laughed

would have

spoken

should have

fallen in

Love

by now. 

I would have laughed 

would have talked

would have

conversed 

And caught the words 

in 

and tossed them

Out.

And

back

and forth. 

But today

one word slipped.

And went the other.

Followed by 

another.

And I remained

Quiet.