does this mean it’s over?

I used to see us standing there

a double of you and a double of me

in the future that was always coming but never came

 
now I see nothing, behind or in front

there are no doubles and there is no us

and even your shadow (he held on so long)

dissolved in my hand in the sun

timeline of us

a friendship born from proximity

built by convenience

sustained by ease

grown with laughter and lightness and trust

grown into something true.
 

picked apart by speculation

broken down by complication

tossed aside by the space between us and

sentenced to death by time.