I just realized I haven’t shed a tear over the end of “us” for over a year. I still think of you, but so very slowly, you are fading into memory. Letting you go is the hardest thing I have ever done in spite of how much you hurt me. I’ll never love again like I loved you. J.Y.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite;
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now, as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
But after one such love, can love no more.