sat by the ocean

it's getting old, my dear

falling out of love with a person
is strangely beautiful
falling out of love with you
is strangely strange

my darling, I call you, but I don't feel it
my friend, I think it's far past time to go
my dear, I'm reaching
but I don't feel a thing
your hand through the darkness would be the last key
but it is not there.

falling out of love with a person
is sometimes dramatic
with a big realization that you do not love their company anymore
but for me
it is slow
and gentle
like the tide coming in
to wash away all that ever was
piece
by
piece.

it was such intensity
that I thought it must be romance
it was not
but we fell out of that anyway
with much difficulty in labeling it and keeping it
it was never meant to be like that anyway
just dust in the wind of us.

I think it is time for us to part ways,
my darling,
if only for a fleeting breath of time's healing lungs.
there is no spark anymore
and you're starting to drain me
when you never did before.

people change,
and pride falls,
and we murder all that is good in us
and then we bring it all back to life
and relearn how to trust.

I water my gardens
even when they wilt
for I know they will grow again soon
and the invasive plants
and bugs alike
get removed and put in a burning room.

I do not wish for you to burn,
and so,
I ask you to take care.

it's getting old,
my dear,
and I no longer need you here.

I'm growing up,
and growing out
of some things that I hold dear

I'm sad, in a way,
to say you're one of them
but I don't fully care.

twin flames were we
'till I broke free
and decided it wasn't for me.

and now, as we dance,
I slowly start to put it out

the fire we had
was simply a fad
and now it's turning sad.

I'm sorry my friend,
but I've got to go.
I like to run, but you are slow.

these gentle words are just enough
to finally let you know

I'm pulling away

it's getting old, my dear
falling out of love with a person
is strangely beautiful
and I am seeing it firsthand.