I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories

I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories, like a song slowly fading from the mind that once swore it eternal, everything begins gently—your name on my lips becomes a foreign echo, your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from fear of the unknown. You place silence where questions once were, perhaps you don't notice how I fade, or maybe you see and remain silent, letting me become a shadow in the corner of your eye, this is the pain that burns quietly—not that I have scattered over time, but that you watched me shrink in the silence between us, a dream drowned in forgetfulness. Tell me, did you ever see the truth in my heart, or was I already a phantom lost in my own story? I melted like dew at sunrise in your days, a forgotten dream, a whisper carried by the wind, lost in the void of memories that no longer matter.