~~
we still talk-

only in echoes now

you send memes

instead of midnight thoughts

or how your mum finally said

"im proud of you"

...

our laughter-

it used to fill rooms

theatres when we watched a comedy

but now-

it just barely stirs the surface

and i think

we both feel it

...

there's a silence between us

it hums

between messages

the long pauses

they don't even ask to be broken.

no fight,

no storm,

just the soft unraveling

of something

that was once knotted tightly.

...

maybe that's

how some tides go-

not crashing

just quietly

pulling back

pulling away softly

without a sound