Burn

I speak, you listen, but not the same, your voice is warm, but feels so tamed. Like every word is just a chore, like I’m someone you knew before. I text, you read, then let it die, no need to answer, no need to try. I call, you pick up, say you’re fine, but never ask what’s on my mind. I reach for you in quiet ways, in words, in looks, in fleeting days. But love can't bloom where hearts have turned, so I just watch as bridges burn.