Small Things

There wasn't one decision
It was smaller than that
A change in how we listen
A pause where we once laughed
You stopped reaching for my hand
Without noticing you did
I stopped asking questions
About the way you live
It's the small shifts that move the ground
Not loud enough to panic but enough to turn around
If we catch them early, maybe we can stay
Before the quiet distance carries us away
No one's clearly guilty
No one's clearly right
Just comfort turning colder
Over time
I don't need a miracle
Or some dramatic fix
Just attention to the details
Before they turn to this