Distance

It starts with late repliesthen less repliesthe distance becomes greaterand the talking becomes less frequent
Every time my phone lights upi hope it's him or at least, i wish it was him
So i start to care less about what he dobut fragments of him linger in my head
People changewhen their need changesbut i remember the times he was nice to meinstead of bitter memories
It's hard to accept itbut they've done their job in my lifeeveryone who walks in has purposeand when they accomplish that, they leave
I will not disheartenedfor with every person that walks out, someone better walk inbut the cycle will repeati'm going to have to learn how to be okay with it
Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.