You say you’re busy, caught up in your day,
But deep inside, I know it’s just a way
To let the silence grow between us two,
A quiet truth I’ve slowly come to view.
You used to call, you’d ask to meet me here,
Now days slip by, and I don’t even hear
A whisper of your voice, a fleeting sign
That once, you wanted to be near, be mine.
I see the distance in your words, your tone,
A message loud, though softly overthrown.
You don’t want to be here, that much is clear,
And honestly, I wonder why I care.
The space you’ve carved is where you want to be,
And in that space, you’ve left no room for me.
So I will watch you drift, without a sound—
Perhaps it’s time I stopped hanging around.
