How It Ends

We used to text a hundred times a day. Back and forth, neverending. Late into the night.

Now we go days without hearing from each other. If I never said a word, would you ever talk to me again?

I'm too scared to find out.

What is this? Why is this? Are we that good of friends that we no longer need to talk constantly, or have we fallen apart already?

Is it nothing? Or is it something?

Is it something huge? Something that could crush us? That could destroy everything, leaving only a fine dust?

Will days turn into weeks? Will weeks then turn into months?

Is this my fault, or just how it goes?

How it ends?