trickling + dying + dwindling

I don’t want to see you as some trickling agent.  You are tragic inside me, a slow dying essence.  I feel your dwindling and it makes me sad.  You won’t stay updated and I can’t do anything about it.  Do you want to call me more?  Or write more. Or share, the void, the space, the gap, the time, all of it is making me feel so sad that I can’t have you in my life.