We spoke in late calls,
In messages that blurred with days,
Laughter crackling through quiet lines,
Familiar in a thousand ways.
Now—
It’s the spaces I hear the most.
The pause before a name I won’t say,
The chats we left somewhere between,
A presence fading… yet somehow seen.
No sharp goodbyes, no falling out,
Just time
Softly turning paths about.
And maybe that’s how closeness fades—
Not in anger,
But in quieter shades....
In messages that blurred with days,
Laughter crackling through quiet lines,
Familiar in a thousand ways.
Now—
It’s the spaces I hear the most.
The pause before a name I won’t say,
The chats we left somewhere between,
A presence fading… yet somehow seen.
No sharp goodbyes, no falling out,
Just time
Softly turning paths about.
And maybe that’s how closeness fades—
Not in anger,
But in quieter shades....
