Too busy for us by walking shadow poetry

I keep dialing your number,
hoping this time you’ll pick up.
But it’s the same
the silence,
the missed call that stays missed,
like I never tried.

I send a text,
simple, just asking if you’re okay,
but the dots never dance back,
no reply,
just empty space between us now.

I ask if something’s wrong,
if we need to talk,
and you say, “No, there’s no issue.”
But the way you don’t meet my eyes anymore,
the way you’re too busy for us,
it tells me something different.

So, I apologize,
for things I don’t even know if I did wrong.
I’m sorry
I say it again and again,
hoping to fix whatever’s broken between us.
But nothing changes.
The distance stays,
the conversations that once flowed
are now just awkward pauses.

We don’t meet anymore,
you’re always busy,
too busy to make time,
too busy to care or so it feels.
I asked if it’s on purpose,
if this pulling away is intentional,
but you didn’t respond.

And now,
I’m left standing in the middle of this silence,
wondering
Should I still wait?
Should I hold on to hope that you’ll come back,
or should I move on?
I don’t even know what I am to you anymore,
just a fading memory
or someone you still care about.
The hardest part isn’t the letting go,
it’s not knowing if I should.