We’re drifting but your grip clings
with a loose hold
Its tight unease keeps me tugging
You won’t let me unhinge, too proud to admit defeat and the need for me
Unequal strength is causing the door to sway between open and close
With no moment of it being ajar if only for a moment’s peace
I don’t feel wanted unless convenience calls
There is no genuine feeling left
Creeping paces around false apologies
Words spoken to the air - unheard value, acknowledgement, inspiration, gratitude and love have been vacuumed away
Replaced with sensible socialising and dismissive silence of being