No warning bell, no final cry.. just the slow unraveling of a threadbare tie. We built on fragile ground, words like glass, shattered by silence before they could pass. The sky held its breath, the air grew cold.. then flames appeared where warmth once told. Flames that stood tall, now ashes of all.. no roaring fire, no blazing war.. just embers falling onto forgotten shores. I reached for hands that no longer reached back, steps retraced on a fading track. The bridge gave way beneath my weight, not with thunder, but quiet fate. Ashes settle softly on wounds unseen, where love once burned now only the in-between. I carry the weight of what was lost, the cost unspoken.. a silent frost. Because some endings aren’t loud or cruel, they slip away like an empty pool. So here I stand, watching the flames swell.. the bridges we built that quietly fell.