Disguised Constant

Scrolling through the countless messages, despondency impinging my heart, I try to find the loopholes. Even the slightest of the clue as to when things had taken a turn.

        Hours of talking reduced to seconds, everyday texts pauperized to those once in a blue moon ones. Late night conversation transformed into just mere insignificant figures. Silly talks had lost its presence, humour becoming a foreign feeling.

        Did you even try once, make the effort first or had it always been me? Because if you had then the signs pointed to a different direction- a direction I had been bereft of.

        Not a single had ever gone by without us talking but one I was the only one stuck in that abyss, a futile wait for your reply.

         My judgement had been clouded, senses had been shrouded for I had missed the most obvious yet subtle clues.

         Time had worked its magic on you. Change had splayed its hold on you. You were my constant but now reduced into those unlimited meaningless variables strewn across this chaotic world.