Passing.

In the depths of my sorrow, I asked for his truth,

And he unveiled his feelings without any ruth.

"No connection," he confessed, a bitter pill to swallow,

His words cut deep, leaving my heart feeling hollow.

Unsettled by the knowledge that my best friend had,

Every little detail about us, it made him feel mad.

Uncomfortable and exposed, as if under a harsh light,

He realized our love was not as strong as he once thought.

He urged me to find someone who truly cared,

Someone who would love me and always be there.

For he was lost in his own world, distant and detached,

Leaving me behind, feeling bruised and unmatched.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt within,

I could've stopped this if I didn't tell my twin.