I feel the conversations are done.
The ones never meant to start,
And the ones I never wanted to end.
I believe conversations come with an expiry date.
The ones which are meant to happen,
And the ones which happen randomly.
I assume conversations make no sense.
The ones with the small talk,
And the ones with deeper meanings to the actual words.
I believe the conversations are done.
Mine and yours.
Yours and mine.