It doesn't feel the same
When I look at you
The toe-curling tingling is gone
And waiting for you
no longer causes anticipation
Thinking of you doesn't make me smile
Dreams of you become more uninspiring
until I'm not inspired to dream of you ever more
The longing becomes less
Although the time we spend together gets fewer
Everything we do
no longer happens for love
Nor does love happen for us anymore
We are together dispassionately, practically
And in your eyes I see
Nothing more but indifference for me.
