There is something strangely tragic to me , in the banal exchange of pleasantries between two people who had once been extremly close ..intimate, even.
That awkward space in time when you make a final exchange of personal items..or something like that.
Maybe just the first tine you ‘run’ into them post ending the friendship..
Its so tight and sad and unauthentic. Smile. Be Nice. Ask simple quick plain questions.-All in an awkward , unresolved energy zone.
Its the sadest part , to me, in human relationships – not the ending of them…but these specific moments of inauthenticity , after allowing the same human into parts real & authentic.