Morning light filtered through the iron bars, glinting coldly, a reflection of what had become of us.
The same path we once walked together now felt like two separate worlds divided by invisible metal.
I could hear your footsteps beyond the fence, hesitant, slow, almost like you wanted to stop but nope you didn't
So funny how walls rise faster than forgiveness.
Just one misunderstanding, one careless phrase, and suddenly, everything that took us years to build was standing on edge. Replayed our last words, wondering if I should have spoken softer, listened longer, or maybe just smiled instead of turned away.
Now, even the air between us feels guarded. We both hold the keys, yet neither of us dares to unlock the gate to break free
Maybe pride took a possession of us, quiet, firm, and cold.
And while the fence stands tall, so does the distance between two hearts that once beat in rhythm.
