Tonight I am sad.
But it is unusual.
Unlike the other times.
And I think that is a good thing.
I have a slight urge to communicate with you.
But not like before.
I see a picture of you,
I cry.
Not because I want you back.
You no longer exist.
I cry because I thought about the potential
we had,
together.
I cry because I still cannot wrap
my complicated mind
around what happened
& why.
And I’m beginning to think,
that this is how the love
dissipates.
It is no longer in my eyes
when I see you,
nor my fingers
when I touch your face.
It sinks to where it began,
in my soul.
Where it’ll rest,
forever.