It didn’t end with a bang

It didn’t end loudly.
No slammed doors.
No final words worth remembering.

Just…
a slow decay.

Like something rotting
while we both pretended
it was still alive.

I watched it die.
Day by day.
In smaller ways
that didn’t feel important
until there was nothing left.

No fight.
No reason.
Just distance
that kept growing
like it knew
we wouldn’t stop it.

You stopped looking at me
like I was something you chose.

And I-
I stayed
Like an idiot.

Like if I held on long enough
you’d remember
what I meant to you.

But you didn’t.

You just…
got used to me fading.

And I got used to
being less.

Less important.
Less wanted.
Less seen.

Until one day
there was nothing left to lose
because you had already taken
everything quietly.

That’s the worst part.

Not the ending.

But how long it was over
before it actually ended.

How I kept loving
something that was already dead.

How I kept calling it “us”
when it was just
me.