I’ll always wonder how it happened; how we drifted apart; why you were unfaithful. Now as much as I love you, the need to be away from you is stronger. What once was, is no more. It is forever changed. I don’t want you to touch me ever again. A.F.

I thought
when love
for you died,
I should die.
It’s dead.
Alone, most strangely, I live on.
Rupert Brooke