Growing Distant (Poem #86)

I hate how distant I have become

with the sound of your voice

I’d be ready to run

with a single noise

I would be long gone

The movement of your toes

would get me on my feet

this reminds me then when we were so close

and now, how we could barely meet

I hate how distant I have become

all I could do is shrug at your name

despite the things that I’ve done

am I really the one to blame?
❤️