Now it is that I reluctantly accept that my love for you has died.
As in a lunar eclipse my heart and mind are now aligned
and I can distinguish the love I held for what it was.
Infatuation.
Crazed Passion.
Obsession.
I was drowning yet oblivious.
Choking upon your beauty and upon my passion.
My mind deprived of oxygen spinning, lost in a heart created paradise
of what life with you would have been like.
Rose petals on our bed,
Hands held walking along a beach at sunset,
Love shared in summer fields over chilled wine.
But..
I now see that was ridiculous.
You'd never leave John for me.
I could never leave my family.
Me! I'm 20 years older than you!
Worse still- you're not romantic ( so you say in passing)
Most terrible of all Darling Sarah,
You still have no thought that I Loved you so much.
That I cried.
Dreamt,
Of you and me. Together.
But not any more though.
