I see you cry, but I hesitate to come nearby,
I see you standing alone, but I walk away,
I see you shiver, but I watch and wither,
I see you stressed, but I feel as if the burden is on my chest.

I try talking to you, but no subject seems suitable enough,
We just stare, silently, making life tough,
I try again, but my attempt seems worse,
You cast away, not hearing my calls.

It seems like our friendship is coming to an end,
You were one of my closest friends,
And it is so difficult to comprehend,
Why has this spontaneous silence become our new trend?
Is it just me?
If so, I disagree—
I know you feel the same,
And, thus, I have nothing to say,
Except, that I will remember you every single day.