It's when it becomes a routine.
It's when promises are forgotten.
When they no longer hold a greater meaning.
It's when the effort stops,
When the idea of holding unto details starts to fade.
It's when an honest kiss is no longer felt.

It's when the pieces are falling, but they no longer stick.
It's when the heartache consumes you and you lose belief in change.
It's when a touch is always cold, even in the warmest days.

It's when I remember
and you forget.

It's when you've blindly let me slip.
It's when I'm headed towards the door.
It's when I say "goodbye"and you've let me go,
without a fight, without a sight,
not even by calling out my name.