Distant

You believe you are doing this for the 'greater good', but you do not realise you will really lose me if you continue this way...
It is the easy way out, and what you believe is the best solution to our predicament, running...
You retreat and am pushing me away.
You care, but you do not act upon it.
The distance is growing.

You are still first on my mind, but I have started to pull back.
You keeping me at arms length, I will slowly disappear...
I know you have not moved on, I know and notice...
Letting the distance grow as you intended...

Slowly, I will become your memory...
Slowly, you lose me...
Slowly, I fade...

Gone. 

-- 23.3.16 --