It is our ability to forget our problems, through the process of thought, rather than the passage of time, that frees us from the circumstances of our past.
Nothing was quite the same, your hugs loosen their grip, your kisses became bland and your stares became blank. You had fallen out of love in a blink of an eye. You left me behind in this voyage we sailed together for so long and darling you left me sea sick. Now while you adjust to land again I must find a way to get off this lonely ship.