Fading Light Poem by ashok jadhav

We once moved close, as if our hearts could touch
Without hesitation, without reserve.
Our words were bridges, laughter unrestrained,
And silence felt like comfort, not a wall.
Now gestures shrink, and glances rarely meet,
The warmth we carried seems to slip away.
Evenings pass with speech that skirts the truth,
Hands brush in passing, yet no fire remains.
I reach for memory, for what we were,
But find only shadows in the familiar rooms.
The closeness that once promised endless day
Becomes a quiet ache we cannot name.
Time does not strike in storms, but patient rain,
And love can fade as softly as a light.
We linger in the remnants of our own bond,
Each step toward each other marked by distance.