Still Breathing, Barely Reaching
Grieving a soul that’s still here, but too far to hold.
Somewhere between
What we were
and what we’ll never be,
I’m standing still,
Watching you disappear
One silent day at a time.
You’re not gone,
But you’re drowning in yourself.
In the stress,
In the grind,
In the ache you don’t talk about.
You’ve built walls from your worry,
and i can’t find the door anymore.
You’re buried in work,
Lost in your own war,
and I keep knocking
On the edges of your silence
Like love might echo back.
But you push away.
Not out of hate.
Just out of hurt.
and I get it
God, I do.
But damn, it still breaks me.
This isn’t a breakup,
but it’s got all the grief.
I’m mourning a love
That’s still breathing
but won’t look me in the eye.
And now I’m left holding
The version of you
Who used to show up,
Trying to let go
Without hating the distance.
Without blaming the silence.
Without losing myself
To the hope
That one day you’ll reach back.
About the Creator
Cai Fox
I write to capture unspoken emotions, timeless love, lingering fear, and inner battles through true crime, poetry, & deep dives, I aim to connect, inspire & provoke thought. Join me in exploring the unique mind
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Comments (2)
Feel like I am going through this now. Such a relatable poem.
This really hits home. We've all been in that situation where someone we care about is so caught up in their own stuff that it feels like they're slipping away. It's tough to watch. I've had similar experiences where I've tried to break through those walls they build. How do you think one can truly help someone who's in this self - imposed isolation without pushing them further away?