Broken

I'm sorry.

Believe me.

I never wanted it this way.

Once we were close as ever, but now we are strangers.

I tried to get on without the past.

But every move you make adds a log to the fire.

So I'm going to ask you to stay away.

Maybe one day we can meet up again,

But right now, my friend,

Space is needed to mend.

The world will never know.

They won't see the rift.

Our lives will continue smooth,

But the mind will see the boulders and trenches.

I don't expect you to say anything;

I don't expect you to see this;

I don't expect you to change.