Because we are done,
I feel myself come undone,
Like a frayed thread,
Unraveling from its end.
Once tightly wound,
Secure in our embrace,
But now unbound,
And drifting in space.
The words we said,
Can’t be taken back,
Leaving us both,
In a state of lack.
No more laughter,
No more fun,
Just the echoes,
Of what we’ve begun.
I feel myself unraveling,
As the moments slip away,
The bond we shared,
Now fading to gray.
Because we are done,
I must find a way to mend,
And gather the threads,
To weave a new end.
