You never used to be the one to end the night.

One evening you left early.
The next night, even earlier.

I didn't ask.

You wrote a message, then deleted it.
I pretended I hadn't seen.

We carried on as though nothing had happened.

We worked hard at it.

At first, I thought you were pulling away from me.

But no one dams a quiet river.

The dam was still standing.

So was the water.