rearranged in the dark

You started acting weird, so I just moved out of the way,

Pretending not to notice the shift in the air between us.

One minute everything felt familiar,

And the next it was like I was standing in a room where all the furniture had been rearranged in the fucking dark.

I didn’t ask questions. I just chose distance, because sometimes silence is easier than hearing an answer, you’re not ready for.

Some bullshit answer.

Still, a part of me wonders when things changed, and if you felt it too.

The distance. The pull. The heavy aching emotions that were left with no closure, no healing, no you.

I did it on my own when I took a step back.

Fuck, nobody cares.

Move on.