distance_will_loom Moirai I'm walking away in steps that never should have been. Backwards in hopes that I can turn time rearward. I haven't given up ... simply negotiating reality, face forward, as I retrace action. We used to talk all the time. You would call me. (with such love and affection) (special words devoured) You would text me. (a quick line in solo or duet) You used to email me. It was all so intimate alive, genuine, free. And now there simply are no words. I tried to get you to open up, but instead you just seemed to have chosen to shut down. I want to repress the fact that you're just not that interested in me. A millions miles apart. and oh so tired of complaining that you feel so distant. I just don't know if I can love you anymore from this absence. A lot of little things adding up. Gradual deteriorations taking their toll. Premeditated emotional abandonment on any level is hard to endure. But you've stopped investing. detached: I am left feeling a slow dying quiet death: unwanted. When you never think of me. distance will loom in social periphery. I ponder the cause. unforgiveness? callous treatment? lack of effort? lack of time? fear of talking? living in denial? Between us this interruption has been nothing but overwhelming. To recognize what I can no longer perceive I come back to these exhausted steps. However, this issue is nothing new you've heard it from me before. And I've honestly tried my fair share of talking direct but gentle. Still ... lingering unmet needs fill the absence of sound. I've asked myself what have I done wrong? I've tried my fair share; -intentionally re-engaging -acting kindly towards you -loving unconditionally allowing time to do her work. Yet your silence is nothing but a reverberation in passage. Heel to toe - toe to heel Traversing all that is worn out while past events flicker echoes of enduring disasters. Arduously I retrace footsteps. Renegotiating the future the further I withdrawal. 090128 what's it to you? who go blather from