Drifting
There was a time when our laughter fit inside the same breath easy and unbroken a language only you and I could speak
Now the silence between us has weight like a door we both keep quietly leaning against from opposite sides
We still pass each other the way ghosts pass windows aware of the shape but not the warmth
Your shadow no longer matches mine it stretches in directions I don’t recognize following roads we never planned roads I was never invited to walk
I keep the old memories like pressed flowers brittle color fading into something that stains my hands when I touch it
Sometimes I wonder if you ever miss me or if you’ve rewritten the past to make leaving easier
The truth sits in my chest like a locked room we are both alive both breathing both moving forward we are already gone to each other
There is no fight no ending no goodbye just the slow unravel of a bond that no one else saw but me
And the darkest part is knowing you won’t notice when I finally let go
