Three Steps

This is what happends when two people stop talking

As two drift apart
We think back to the start
Going back to the beginning
Sets everything spinning

To think on the past
Will not last
Staying back in memory
Grinds you like emery

Staying on whats happened
Losses whats happening
Reality will not bend
When it is all ready bending

What is ending
Can no longer thrive
What is dieing
At some point was alive