It’s time we tread on our own paths

our footsteps in the dirt don’t lead to the same destination

perhaps an oasis in the desert

or the top of a mountain somewhere

we are a candle burnt down to its wick

lovely at the start

but the fragrance never lasts

our talks an abandoned radio

sitting on the shelf

collecting dust

i call out to you

but it’s an echo that will never return

A tapestry once woven with vibrant threads

now frayed at the edges

i always thought your automated actions

were just you

you did everything right

but not because you wanted to

you felt like you had to

I’m not bitter

we were like a sunrise after a cold night

but all days must come to an end