A BEAUTIFUL STORY THAT SIMPLY ENDS

fikrioshin

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.

 

  • Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2026 08:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: Friendships like this often leave behind "phantom limb" sensation. You go to send a meme or share a piece of news, only to remember that the bridge is no longer there.
  • Category: Friendship
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  • sorenbarrett

    A sad write of the deterioration of relationships and the felt loss in their absence. Particularly poignant today where relationships are as disposable as the car you trade in every few years when the lease runs out.

    • fikrioshin

      Thank you for such a thoughtful comment. It’s a sad reality, but writing about it is sometimes the only way to process that shift.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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