Broken

Where does the love go? How does it disappear so quickly? How does a passion so intense and sweet just release its grip? I am mourning the loss of the love more than the one who gave it to me. Is that strange? I think so. I find it odd and peculiar. I feel empty and alone and stupified that the person I ignited with is so far from my mind. I cant even remember what the glide of his fingers feels like on my face. I have lost the sound of his laugh and the smell of his skin. 1000 miles has seperated our hearts. 1000 miles equals bitterness and forgetfulness. 1000 miles has cost me the love of my life. 1000 miles away...1000 f-in miles.