Once we stood side by side,
Shoulders brushing, hearts entwined.
Then steps were taken, slowly at first,
Until a gulf between us burst.
The distance grew, a chasm wide,
Echoing the pain we could not hide.
Footsteps faltered, words fell flat,
As we retreated, back to back.
Yet in the space between us here,
Glimmers of what once drew us near.
A chance, perhaps, to start anew -
To bridge the distance, me and you. Shoulders brushing, hearts entwined.
Then steps were taken, slowly at first,
Until a gulf between us burst.
The distance grew, a chasm wide,
Echoing the pain we could not hide.
Footsteps faltered, words fell flat,
As we retreated, back to back.
Yet in the space between us here,
Glimmers of what once drew us near.
A chance, perhaps, to start anew -
To bridge the distance, me and you.
For others, growing up means growing apart, but for us, it felt different. We were inseparable, two halves of a whole, convinced that as long as we had each other, we could conquer anything the world threw our way. We were bound by something that felt unshakable-a connection so deep, it was as if the universe had designed us to fit perfectly together.
But life has a cruel sense of irony. None of us could have predicted that the very force keeping us together would eventually drive us apart. What we thought was our foundation slowly became the fault line of every crack, every misunderstanding, every silence that grew too heavy to bear.
Sometimes love is like that-a double-edged sword. It builds and destroys, heals and hurts, holds and pushes away. And before we knew it, the thing we once believed was our greatest strength became the storm that tore us apart.