Conundrum

The more you see a person,
The more you have to say.
It doesn’t have much logic
But it always seems that way.

Run into someone from the past
And awkward silence reigns.
Of all that once connected you,
There’s not much that remains.

Yet kith and kin you speak to
Every day or once a week
Can provide that camaraderie
You never need to seek.

It’s one of life’s conundrums
That exist to give us pause
And the only explanation as to why
Is just “because.”