Projection, perhaps

I feel you pulling away, a slow retreat, Each fleeting moment, my heart feels the heat, With every hesitation, every word left unsaid, The fire of my hope flickers, dims, and dreads. I see your eyes, I know that gaze, A glimpse of apprehension in a delicate maze, We've both worn this look, a familiar disguise, Caught in the silence, where certainty dies. Equivocation creates a wide, aching space, A distance we struggle to map or embrace, The bridges we long for crumble and sway, While hope tries to reach but gets lost on the way. Distant and yearning, she calls from afar, Yet falls into darkness, like a wish on a star, Perhaps you feel it; this mirror we share, Are we both just reflecting the weight of despair? In the chasm between us, where echoes abide, Do we reach for each other, or silently bide? For every step backward, I yearn to reclaim, The warmth of connection, the spark of the flame.