Separate.

There is no time left.
We've used up all our moments
given up all our motivations.
The walls of what-ifs 
are closing in 
our bodies are trapped.
There is no escape route.
All these words
we let go of
are supposed to mean something
to someone.
They end up meaning nothing.
Emotions that fall short
intentions that are never true.
I convinced myself
I wanted you.
There is nothing left here
just old tags from feelings
I never felt.
I am starting to wonder
if it's time for me
to let you go.