When love leaves...where does it go?
When does one notice...love, is leaving?
Love, never leaves all at once. It leaves
slowly...ever so slowly. Noticed, but denied and
quietly leaves...almost imperceptibly.

Those in love, for the most part, are aware,
that their love, like dimming embers, is slowly,
beginning to fade. One day, seemingly without
warning, ones deepest fear is realized. Love, has
left you, alone and empty.

Now, a solitary figure, in the cold and indifferent,
blackness of night. Struggling, to find the last
memories, of love filled days.
Like the rush of spring waters, deep in the mountains,
after a winters season...memories of love...flood your mind.

I knew you were leaving...before you left. You were
letting me go...a minute...an hour...a day at a time.
You told me, not in words, but in the withdrawal,
of all which bonded, two, as one. Our time together,
no longer, a time of love and caring,
but moments of uncomfortable silence
and trite conversation.

The wet hungry kisses, replaced, by a peck on the cheek.
The many nights, lying side by side, in muted silence,
both pretending sleep. Slowly, you withdrew from our
world, into a world I knew nothing about.
We were two, on the sea of life, in separate
boats...slowly drifting apart.

Yes, I knew you were going...before you left. I could
not find the words...or the ways, to make you stay.
To make you love me again.
© Joe Fazio

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio

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