Flashes in the Pan

 Don't flatter yourself.

We were never friends

        Any more than we were lovers

        (And we were never lovers either).

We are just convenient acquaintances

    who partially enjoy each other

        every once in a while.

And no matter how many times we reconnect,

we will always fall apart.

Our baseless relationship

    washing

        away into exactly what it should be:

Nothing.

Not even a firm cutoff

with closure.

Just a slow, gentle washing away

Every time we fade, I miss parts of you.

You have these bright shining moments

    -flashes in the pan, if you will-

that disappear as soon as they surface

And then you move in to kiss me

without ever telling me why.

That's the part I'll never get.

I thought you saw me the same way as I saw you.