You call it distance.
I call it silence.
We both pretend it’s fine—
will time smooth the edges
and leave nothing left to say?
Will the cracks weld together
while the silence still remains?
How did a friendship break between us
so quickly after it was made?
I tell myself not to care.
You probably do the same.
Should I try to repair this—
or should I stay away?
I wait for silence to speak first.
A little hope remains.
Maybe it never will.
Maybe I’ll just fade away.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
You call it distance.
I call it silence.
We both pretend it’s fine—
will time smooth the edges
and leave nothing left to say?
Will the cracks weld together
while the silence still remains?
How did a friendship break between us
so quickly after it was made?
I tell myself not to care.
You probably do the same.
Should I try to repair this—
or should I stay away?
I wait for silence to speak first.
A little hope remains.
Maybe it never will.
Maybe I’ll just fade away.
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