Two blue check marks from you
'Whatsupp' texts trying to set anew
You’ve always moved on earlier
Whilst I was drowning in the merrier

I’ve always cared, just so you know
Please just tell me you’re not alone
Over time, the summer warmth froze
in the faux winter cold, I suppose

It’s bound to happen, I'm aware
I now feel a need for formalwear
I’ve held on to summer trips
As an escape from small todo lists

Please, one message would be reassurance,
I used to consider it consanguine life insurance
Now, I wonder if I address you by name,
I wonder if 'you' would mean the same

It was always me, making contact
Your answers, starting to lack
You are null to blame, am null to be owed
I acknowledge that was foreshadowed

At least I can say I tried and you can just say it was life. I hope that we will rekindle, but that pronoun feels like rife. Even after everything, all of this, please be aware,
I still care for you tho...