I stopped loving you today.
I looked at your sleeping figure, across the room.
Your eyes closed, body relaxed.
I wanted to hold you,
To run my fingers through your soft hair.
And I wished, with all my might, that you were
Dreaming of me.
And I knew I wasn’t over you,
The poems I wrote of you,
The tears I cried for you.
I couldn’t mend my heart,
Because you still had it.
So, today, I took it back.
I waited for your eyes to open.
As if you would feel me pull away from you.
So I could look at your eyes with nothing
But longing, one last time.
But your eyes didn’t open,
And I realized how silly it was-
Me staring at you across the room, with so much
Space and time between us.
I thought of you, of us.
I realized I no longer knew the shade of blue your eyes are.
I said your name, no burning in my throat.
I turned around,
And refused to look back.