She settled with holding my hand, 
And as she slowly disentangled it, 

My heart broke, 

With every distance, 

She put between us,

With its pieces,

Going all over the place.

Just as she had predicted, 

It was happening. 

I was loosing her. 



This is a reply to the daily prompt, distant

If you liked it, do like it, say so in the comments section, and share if you will. 

Thank you for reading.