make new friends

i'd forgotten how hard the creation stages of friendship were
i'd gotten so comfortable left with only the task of maintenance
was it always this awkward?
the conversations this forced?
how long is it supposed to take before we stop having to try so hard?
at what point is the small talk supposed to grow up?

it feels like we're smashing together two pens instead of
one pen and one pen cap
i was thinking more of puzzle pieces but what are the sticky out-y sides of a puzzle called anyway? and how inarticulate would that be to simply call them the sticky out-y sides of a puzzle

maybe we figure it out and turn it around
do a little wiggling
and for a weekend, nestle in this awkward fit

i miss your knowing smile
i miss our friendly banter
i miss the sound of your voice
i miss pretending not to be interested

yea, i'm surprised too
it's you again?