Some closeness does not break.
It only learns to fade.
It leaves the room, but not at once,
And not by storm or blade.
It softens at the edge.
It thins in common light.
What once felt warm and near at hand
Grows careful, small, and slight.
We speak as friends now do.
We keep to safer ground.
And yet I miss the hidden thread
That bound me when you’re around.
I know the reason why.
I know why you withdrew.
But knowledge does not make it less
To lose that part of you.
So let the bright thing pass.
I will not call it wrong.
Some loves are not undone by lies.
They simply do not stay long.