lyric vessel
We keep talking on our phones,
But something's changed, we're out of tone.
I overthink from a single:
***"No."***
I asked,
**Are you mad at me?**
She replied,
***"Nope."***
Silence stretched, the distance grew,
A thousand miles between us two.
I wondered if our bond was frayed,
Or just a shadow cast, delayed.
I asked,
**Do you miss me still?**
She answered,
***"Of course I do."***
Yet, her voice felt cold and distant,
As if the closeness met resistance.
Screens between us, hearts apart,
I feared a fissure in our start.
I whispered,
**Can we talk this through?**
She muttered,
***"Later, maybe."***
My thoughts spun in a cyclone,
Each word she spoke, a stepping stone.
Trying to bridge this growing space,
Seeking comfort in her face.
I pleaded,
**Do you still love me?**
She softly said,
***"Yes, but..."***
Her hesitation stung like ice,
The distance, an unwelcome vice.
On this vacation, miles away,
Our bond seemed fragile, set to sway.
I sighed,
**What’s on your mind?**
She replied,
***"I'm just tired."***
But I knew it was more than fatigue,
Our connection felt an ancient league.
As we sat, phones in hand,
I wished to grasp, to understand.
I asked again,
**Can we be us again?**
She replied,
***"We'll see."***
In those words, woe and agony lays
The past, the nights, the days,
Where our love has been through fights,
Now surrendering to it's final might.
Our vacation drew us far and wide,
Yet left our hearts in search to bide.
I hoped to mend what felt undone,
To find the warmth, the love, the sun.
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