The world was a map we folded together,
tucked in a pocket, worn at the seams,
shared the weight of our biggest secrets,
and the light of our wildest dreams,
but seasons shift without making a sound,
and the \"we\" we built began to fray,
not with a crash or a closing door,
but like a tide that just pulled away.
Now your name is a notification I skip,
a face in a photo I barely recognise,
there\'s no longer that person I used to know,
behind the stranger in your eyes.
It was like two orbits that used to overlap,
now spinning in miles apart,
when the world was small and the path was clear,
I said we\'re not enemies,
and some said and we\'re not friends,
we\'re just a beautiful story that simply ends.