The face I remember.
The laugh I long to hear again.
The smile that once mirrored my own.
And the gentle voice that always filled my nights.
You look the same as the day we met months ago.

But now,
You never call my name.
Our skin has never touched.
Your gaze, once deep,
Has grown shallow.
You look so different from the day we met months ago.

I saw the change before we met,
A wall standing tall between us.
But my heart, stubborn and blind,
Denied the truth, clinging to hope
That nothing had shifted.

And today, it is my heart that pays the price