Even if long in coming, partings are ever daunting affairs.
Our loves cast long shadows, memories we were eager to build, yet, neglected to savor, overlooked in our quarrels, now haunt us all when you have gone.
In your space another has volunteered, so quickly nature abhors a vacuum. I who have lived so comfortably as a half, am too open to the loneliness of someone new.
We parted slowly and surely long ago.
Believing ourselves incomplete was just a ploy we hid behind. Readying our final farewells.
No more joy we had outweighed the pain of togetherness, we gathered strangers to give us the strength to scream and shout against the promises we once so gaily proclaimed.
Our long trips we now retrace with another, our scars we bear hoping that someone else can make us whole again.
But no one can love forever. No one lives forever.
Somewhere in this world, our stories are repeated endlessly but for us the past will never revive, our future is no more and whatever we have now is so quickly gone.
All things come together and break differently apart.
We have loved a different time, place and a different us. Now bid us farewell like the flowers of spring long past, and grant us strength that we may be content. What is loved deeply could never be lost, And in every relationship within lies some true deep love.
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