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.