I reached out my hand towards you and
Nothing there. No warmth. No personality. No feeling. No requite. No intensity.
Where has it all gone? Where have you gone? Everything that once sung has now become silent. Everything that was once so vibrant has become dull in front of my very eyes. The fog has rolled between us, with the divisions between us drifting further in the flow of uncertainty and stubbornness. Just like the introduction of autumn, the cold has settled in the cracks of our framework, tearing apart everything that was once so fresh and alive.
The worst part is not even knowing your perspective on the matter. To you, this silence hasn’t even been registered, or worse: totally welcomed.
Where are you now?