He doesn’t look at me the way he used to,
Like the stars have dimmed in his eyes.
His hands once held me like I was the moon,
But now they hang cold, untied.
His laughter used to fill the room with warmth,
Now silence lingers, heavy as stone,
And in that quiet, I feel him slipping,
Drifting away, leaving me alone.

I see the way he talks, so distant now,
His words once sweet, now just routine.
He’s here, but not really, and it hurts somehow,
Like we’ve turned into what we’ve never been.
I try to find us in the spaces between,
In the pauses where love used to hide.
But each time I reach, I fall empty again,
Lost in the hollow where love once thrived.

I ask him what changed, but he never replies,
Just shrugs, like love is something that fades.
And though I’m here, still holding on tight,
I can feel myself slowly unbraid.
For love isn’t something you force to remain,
It breathes, it grows, or it dies.
And in his silence, I hear our goodbye,
In his fading touch, I feel love’s demise.