Stay

There is a silence between us, thick as fog, pressing against words that cannot find their way. Your eyes no longer rest on me like they used to, but drift, looking for something I cannot see. Every step you take feels farther, your hands colder when they touch. I wonder if it's the distance or the weight of what we've become. The air is heavy with unspoken truths, with the ache of what we might lose. I am holding on to a thread, fraying, trembeling, pleading with it not to break. And yet, a small part of me waits to see if you will turn, if you will choose to stay before the silence becomes all there is.