Distance grows between us like the ends of hair.
The beginning of the end comes far before the root.
Splits unable to fix,
only able to trim until there is nothing left to repair.
It is only your spine that faces me.
It’s curvature highlighted in the sun,
turning away from me like the sunflowers around you.
Growing towards your light, away from my doom.
Losing you slowly,
a fading memory you’ll forget in a year's time.
I’ll stay lingering, like your scent in the air.
Hand outstretched, lightyears away
a crowd awaiting you.
And so I sit,
Cherishing the shadow you leave behind.
Knowing that by the next day it will be gone,
and you with it.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:32 AM UTC
Distance grows between us like the ends of hair.
The beginning of the end comes far before the root.
Splits unable to fix,
only able to trim until there is nothing left to repair.
It is only your spine that faces me.
It’s curvature highlighted in the sun,
turning away from me like the sunflowers around you.
Growing towards your light, away from my doom.
Losing you slowly,
a fading memory you’ll forget in a year's time.
I’ll stay lingering, like your scent in the air.
Hand outstretched, lightyears away
a crowd awaiting you.
And so I sit,
Cherishing the shadow you leave behind.
Knowing that by the next day it will be gone,
and you with it.
Currently in the process of losing a friend thats very dear to me and safe to say it *****