Drifting apart

Drifting apart,

with passing times,

no longer we could stay,

for, the boat would sway,

unless we realize,

that we have strayed,

no longer prayed,

for each other's lives... 

And we make assumptions, 

have doubts and apprehensions, 

oblivious of the subtle signs,

of the cracks forming inside,

building anger and resentments, 

blemishes affection & respect,

and slowly stealing away,

memories of tender moments. 

Drifting apart,

falling into routines, 

using distractions as remedies, 

for a heart with longings,

since we have to survive,

protect honor, our pride,

so we suppress, and hide,

creating unnecessary divide.