Silent Acceptance.

The distance that slowly crept in, unannounced, without us noticing nor having any zeal to pay a heed to, settled in.

And we, we were easy to it, docile at its onset, neither of us bothered nor did we try.
Trite was it now. Like us.
So
We let it live.
Till the end.
That end of ours
Which
We had already seen coming,
when we had greeted it with that mundane silence, of ours.