We never talk anymore, you pretend to laugh at my jokes. 

But someday I'll see you again and I'll smile and you won't. 

And I'll try to talk and you'll pretend it's okay.

But I'll know all the things you're too polite to say. 

And I'll sense your disinterest and say something obscene.

And you'll just sigh and say you need to leave. 

And as you walk away part of me will die inside.

I know I could never get you back, but at least I could have tried.