there’s this gulf between us…it’s been there a while now. and you know, it used to be i could at least see you on the other side — the vague outline of you meager solace for the loneliness swallowing everything up. but with each passing day, i feel the distance growing. the chasm lengthens, widens, deepens…and you are obscured in a haze of fading memories and bitter loss. i know you’re there, just on the other side, just out of reach…so close. and there’s nothing i can do to breach the distance. i feel, i fear, i feel fear…afraid, i don’t know for certain if that fundamental link between us can be repaired once broken, if perchance it is mended, will it be the way it was before? or will it remain forever changed? miserably, i go on doubting, fearing…wondering.
it used to be you and me, always. for years and years. my nearest and dearest; and there was a time when words were not needed in the comfort of familiar understanding. now, i hear the words lost between us in the fog of change, echoing dully as they fall around me — empty. confusion and polite regard, choking out everything i try to say. obscurity. is this growing apart? growing up? growing into new people, new lives that encase us like new skin, with no room for each other? is it the end?
the chasm is not rejection, not mere discontent, these things can be remedied. but this? this…it’s amorphorous and confusing. it is a difference, an alteration, unspoken but sensed. it is change and loss and emptiness. did i do something wrong? did you? did we?
do you feel it too?
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