When you stopped acknowledging me,
I removed you like a name from dust.
Now you have turned to a ghost, a distant memory.
Your cold replies have become even colder goodbyes.
Those same updates, your updates, are nothing more than irrelevant noise that I no longer wish to read.
Your stories continue to play, but I do not listen anymore.
Those conversations we shared were always empty, forced, and fleeting.
I brought warmth, and you returned chill.
Now, I walk right by like you weren't there at all.
And it happened in silence; a loud goodbye.