Blue Fades

I’m not tired, I’m good,” she whispered, her voice carrying a sense of quiet resignation. “I’ve finally made peace with the reality I’ve been avoiding. So here I am, back in the same misery I know all too well. I’ve come to understand what’s true · the kind of love I once thought I knew, the one I believed I deserved. It’s turned gray now, faded with muted tones, as I search for some semblance of grace in this yellow grass - blue skies” Something’s missing. I can feel it, and I know he does too. The distance between us isn’t a wall; it’s the knowing that, despite understanding what worked, we still pushed each other away. Far, far away.