Between us

It's hard to believe, after so long,

So much shared laughter, quiet moments, and everything in between,

That now, you say you need to be alone, to "figure things out."

I understand, or at least I try to.

Life is complicated; we all have our paths,

But it feels like my heart is being left in the space between.

I can't be the friend waiting endlessly,

As you untangle the threads of your life, while mine stands still.

So much sacrifice made, so much I need to understand,

Why now, after all this time, you need to walk away from my hand.

I deserve more than this limbo,

More than waiting for you to decide when—if—you're ready.

Because love isn't about holding on in the dark,

While the other person shuts the door to figure out which way is forward.

I can't be the pause button in your journey,

Not when I've given you so much of me already.

I thought we were walking together, side by side,

But now it feels like I'm standing at a crossroads,

While you're walking in circles, searching for a way out.

It's been so long, and I'm still waiting to be found.

"Wait. Not now. I need to find myself."

But what about me? What about us?