Stalemate
The early days were bubbles
When days passed in moments
And the air between us
Never escaped.
Soon after something died
As if it was all normal
Like you blow off the candles
After a romantic dinner.
When silence became the norm
We didn't ask why,
There wasn't a breaking storm,
Not even a feisty sky.
Then,
One day she was gone.
We still love each other
Strange as it may sound.
Now we want to be friends.
Who could have known then
This is how it ends,
In a stalemate.
Placed 3rd: Strand choice C contest by Brian Strand
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