Words Left in the Air

accidental conversations 

started at the same time 

between me and them

mine left to hang in the air 

I can feel our time drifting away 

their priorities shifting 

I miss them

before their being consumed 

I try to keep us alive

to form new bonds

to find loopholes

but sides are taken

flags are planted 

I am left 

I know others

yet when we walk together 

it's still two and two and two

and me

I cannot change my shape

their forms shifting

becoming one

still here but not the same 

nothing to stand beside me

to hear my small words

they walk ahead 

lost in their own telepathy 

pairs with more time 

I can still borrow pieces of them

share inside jokes from the outside

I had never had a best friend before

We are losing our language

I miss the forms we used to take

that fit so perfectly into the empty parts of me

I miss feeling real to someone

But it’s not fair I made that someone, you