This may be hard to hear, or not at all,
The space between us, the echo of the fall,
A silence stretching further with each day,
A tether worn thin, now slipping away.

Whatever this is, it cannot remain,
A friendship, or the ghost of what became.
We’ve drifted, strangers in a distant land,
Clinging to the ashes of what we once planned.

No longer do I wish to play this part,
Forcing something absent from the start.
Let the silence rest where words can’t go,
Let peace follow where the winds now blow.

Our efforts mirrored the love we had,
Yet in their absence, I can’t be sad.
Desire fades like whispers in the dark,
And leaves us both unanchored, worlds apart.

This was not easy, and never could be,
But truth is the light that finally set me free.
No response is needed, no plea for more,
Only honesty to settle this inner war.

I felt us working toward this end,
Each step unspoken, unable to mend.
But now the courage has found its voice,
And with it comes the freedom of choice.

You were a great friend once, this is true,
And I hope I was the same for you.
Let’s hold the beauty of what we were,
Not the distance we’ve become, a distant blur.

So farewell, my friend, as we part ways,
May your life be full of brighter days.
Let time and space gently define,
The moments when our hearts aligned.

Goodbye, dear friend, and know this too,
I’ll remember the best of what was me and you.


— Sincerely, Boris