The Divide

She used to be here, beside me, our laughter filling the gaps in the quiet. But then it changed, when they came around, the ones with the right clothes, the right words. And I was left behind. She doesn’t look at me now, not like she used to. She walks with them, her back straight, her smile cold, and I’m still here, waiting, watching her slip away. It’s like she doesn’t remember the way we used to talk about everything, the way we shared our secrets, no walls between us. Now I’m just a ghost, a forgotten name fading into the distance. She leaves with them, those people I can’t even name, and I wonder what they’ve done to her. Her laugh sounds different now, like it’s been hollowed out, like it’s a mask she wears to fit in. I want to scream, to reach out, but she’s already gone. I’m a memory, buried in the weight of who she’s becoming. She’s someone else now, someone I can’t recognise, and I wonder if she ever thinks of me, or if I’m a forgotten chapter she’ll never read again.

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