I was in love with you once
Before, now I fear I have fallen out of it.
You will ask me how do I know I ever loved you,
I don't. I just know that it was once,
Beautiful.

It felt free but calming,
Safe but irresistible,
Warm but like a touch of fresh air.

You despise me now. Or maybe
You have accepted it. Maybe you even expected it -
You felt the same: it was momentary but still
Beautiful.

You will find someone else; so will I.
At the end of any day, it is necessary to believe
There is one person, someone out there,
Just for you to make it again all
Beautiful.