we never used to shift positions like this. we didn't have to talk, we weren't afraid of silence. but now we have grown up; our hands no longer work or fit together like they did. the narrative has broken down into incoherency. I probably should be used to friends growing out of me. but since I am not, I bound up all your letters, tied them up, and gave them back a gift from me to you. there is no reason to point fingers because it will not change a thing. we both let hours and minutes slip by until we could no longer recognize each other. so goodbye, goodbye my friend. let's not forget a thing. goodbye. goodbye. I will remember everything. goodbye, goodbye.