In the realm of time, a distant day,

You'll glance at your phone, in quiet dismay.

No trace of my presence, nowhere to find,

Not vanished, but weary, I've left it behind.

No absence of being, no end to my tale,

Just wearied of waiting, like a ship set to sail.

In the dance of emotions, I asked and I yearned,

Yet tired, I retreated, no more shall I burn.

Reciprocity sought, like a delicate art,

Yet fatigue whispered, tearing a part.

Easy for you, as you gracefully go,

While I tire of asking, of wanting to know.

"Do you think it's easy?" echoed in the air,

As I observed you, navigating with flair.

So I step back, from the intricate dance,

Leaving you wondering, in a moment's glance.