Bright eyes turn dull,
wide smiles become
pursed lips and frowns.
The hands which used to
send jolts of electricity through me
become brushes of strangers
in crowded streets.

My heart no longer aches for you,
nor do your eyes consume my thoughts -
No, not like before.

You point out the elephant in the room,
I nod and agree that it's time to go.
It was a good few months.
Maybe it was too rushed
or at the wrong time,
maybe it was someone else.
But nothing was the same anymore.