Falling Out of Love

It is the falling out of love
The sudden abandonment
The grasping and breathlessness
As you try to clutch onto something
Onto this precious memory
That slowly
And painfully
Is being eroded away

It is the realisation
So utterly gut-wrenching
That what happened between you and her
Will never happen again
That this unique bond
Is no longer there

And what do you have left now
But memories?
Cruelly depicting times of bliss
Memories of an all-powerful sense
Of security
That ironically
Empowered you to escape your old, limiting self

And so
At the bus stop or the office
The shower or the dinner table
The gym or the pub
You are reminded of the freckles
That populated her face in the sun
The giggles and her unapologetic acceptance of her feelings
The dresses and the adventures
That took you to places far beyond your imagination

It is the falling out of love
Then
The search for a new identity
The replacement of a momentous bond
That is so inexplicably painful
But absolutely necessary
To start anew
To forge the self that
One day
Will love again