Love has got to be
Some kind of fluid thing.
Seems like it always changes.
If you know me you'd probably think
That I don't know the first thing
About it; you'd be mistaken.
I have seen it's signature. I have
Felt it warm my nature.
But I know the cold spells as well.
I know what it means to lose
The warmth. Lost it much. Probably,
It was my fault. Likely I carved the gap
In every tender moment that
Could have been.
How do I apologize for of
Disruption and heartache? Where do
I begin, and how should I resume?
7'~~•|

*I fell asleep writing this and those last bits at the end were there in the morning when I awoke. I do not know how that happened.