love had its day (and night) but now it’s gone;
it wandered off, somewhere, into the void.
i see the place where once our hands entwined,
and dwell upon what, rather, i’d avoid.
did i love you or love the use of you?
did my heart leave you false, or love you true?
love had its time (and space) but now it’s flown;
it sped away, as though elsewhere intent:
i try to think, but thoughts all leave my head,
like circles in a drain, or time misspent –
did you love me the way you said you did?
was it for love i ran, and from it hid?
love has its way (and means) to make its point.
you left and found another; now i see
i was to you all I was made to be:
a bridge for you, now part of history.
i know i broke a love both pure and real
whenever i allow myself to feel —
but i can block it out, the shades are drawn —
love’s light, it fades away,