You have grown silent
Although you talk more now
Like you have to scream louder
Because of the distance
The stitch which held the fabric that was us
Has come off now.
And stitch by stitch...slowly
The pattern is disintegrating
Matter of time
Before it is threadbare
And the threads,
untied...loose....free
fly away
on the winds.
And we become strangers.....
Once more.
--
Rhea
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