It seems like I once had a connection with you.
A faint bond, decaying strings.
A dying feeling you said.
Holding secrets for me.
It feels like the listener is deaf.
And the speaker is mute.
We are not getting anywhere.
With each passing day,
I am succumbing to the shadows,
And you seem to forgotten me along the way.
I did expect it to come to this,
But still I can't really accept it.
But what choice do I have.