Love Less
You are moving halfway across the world.
Once upon a time,
this would have devastated me,
now
I only see it as
the final erosion
of an inevitable slide.
The part of me that loved you
has been sitting bound and gagged in a chair
sinking to the bottom
of an endless ocean.
I have had to force this
understanding on myself.
You completed me
once.
When you are gone
on the 13th
I doubt
we will ever see each other again.
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