I feel you slipping away

Slowly drifting away

It's in your tone and

In the things you no longer say

In the lengthening pauses

Between what used to be quick replies

In the quiet silence

Where there used to be endless chatter

But then...

Perhaps it is better this way

For you to slowly slip away

If we slowly just drift apart

Perhaps the pain

Would come slowly too

Perhaps my heart

Would slowly shatter too

Perhaps my mind

Would not notice 

That blank space 

That used to be you

Perhaps...

The dying would come slowly too.