LOW VISIBILITY

LOW VISIBILITY 

In the fog of uncertainty, where sight fades to nothing,
My intuition whispers the path we're on, unraveling.
I weigh the rush of our start—dopamine's electric spark,
The volley of wits, sharp sarcasm, minds igniting in the dark.
Each night, I'd drift to sleep, forged anew, stronger, bolder,
Challenged by your presence, a fire in my shoulder. Hints scatter like breadcrumbs, papers formal and stark,
Revealing your world: arms burdened, life etched in the bark
Of endless days—double shifts stacking like bricks,
Homeward bound only to loop the grind, no time for tricks.
Through talks that twist and turn, we chart this "friendship's" sea,
With words spoken and silent, a map drawn invisibly. That weight in my core returns, a shadow, uneasy, dense;
No solid proof, yet I sense your retreat, your quiet pretense.
You glide toward the exit, the stage you once pulled me upon,
Curtain falling softly on the role you've outgrown.
Take your bow; you've headlined my heart these months through,
A leading light dimming, leaving echoes in blue. I own my excess—the chase, the investment too deep,
No fault on your side for the promises I couldn't keep.
My soul's confessions spilled not inward, but to you alone,
Vulnerabilities offered like gifts on a throne.
Now peril lingers in the haze of your hidden design,
A gamble on intentions that may never align.