I don't like to explain my poems, but I feel a small need to for this one. Sometimes, it's hard to break up with someone, especially when they haven't done anything wrong. It's just you who wants to let it all go but it will never be that easy. As easy as making an order, for the loss of love and for it to never return. To shut love down like a PC, would be great. But the reality of a break up is that the love remains when the person leaves and that's the hardest part to deal with. If only it was this easy... ahh well.