The unconquerable distance

So withdrawn, so distant were you that even a tight embrace couldn’t bring you close to the part of my soul that you had earlier penetrated. Like empty ravines, bearing the melancholy of grooves that the running stream left, my soul is marred by your touch. It is a sadness, a torrid rain that has no color, no smell that I can feel yet it drenches me heavily.
I watch with a heavy soul as the void of emotion enlarges, there is nothing that I can do. So I watch, muffled dreams breathing their last silently. I just watch, watch you drift away, far from me.
A complaint! Is it? Oh no.. This is but evolution. We grow. Outgrow. Until no longer that piece of us fits into the puzzle.