The dial tone is long and deep,
A secret that I have to keep.
We let the final fire die,
Without a promise or goodbye.
I thought our story was sincere,
Now only shadows linger here.
You found the peace you wanted so,
While I still struggle letting go.
I stand outside your distant gate,
Too scared to fight an endless fate.
The love we built fell to the floor,
And silence rules forevermore.
A Fading Game
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