Once, even your name
was enough to begin a conversation.
Now, even that small mention
makes my heart tremble.
I don’t know why,
but your place in my heart
has quietly loosened its roots.
You once felt like mine,
now something feels scattered… misplaced.
The things we carry in our hearts
are not what they used to be.
There was a time
when we listened to each other endlessly,
when laughter didn’t fade so easily,
when silence was still warm.
And now…
I don’t know what to call this.
What kind of bond is this becoming?
What kind of moment are we standing in?