Two years between us, yet nothing’s changed,
I tell myself it’s fine, this shift is just strange.
No different at all, I say to myself,
while the distance between us grows hard to quell.
He drifts to you, like wind to the trees,
and I tell myself it’s nothing, just life’s gentle breeze.
No pattern, no reason, no cause to explain,
just the weight of a change I can’t quite name.
Now I stand here, the only one left behind,
watching you two bond while I fall out of line.
The closeness I imagined starts to slip from my grasp,
but I tell myself it’s nothing—just part of the past.
left out by the closest ones
