I suppose I first knew about it when
You and I (so inseparable)
Became separate then.
When the light of romance began to diminish
And my mind wandered now and again.
So, when I failed to remember a date
You had stamped on your heart,
Send a bouquet too late,
You sent scores of subtle reminders for days;
Empty bed and a mouth full of hate.
I knew then that I should have acted upon
Dying embers of love,
Relationship all but gone.
But left with a tortuous mountain to climb
I realised I’d been gone for too long.
If so inclined, I’d give our love a chance
But to try (when I’m glad) would be wrong.
So I’ve gone.
So long.