Love from Afar

I only need two lines
To say “I forsake you”
.
Then commit to writing
Entire novels to accept it
.
Multifarious sorts of colloquy
Internal debates;
Loquacious conversations
Rebounding shades of feel
.
Acts of proclivity
Channeling thoughts
Back to the source;
Stymied by my decision
.
Fear that this yearning
For you is sempiternal
The same fear that it
Will also soon evanecse
.
The memory of you
Has become more
Comforting than
Your actual presence
.
Let me sit here
Specter in tow
Until the torrent of words
Dries up; finally depleted
.
The eventual sentence
Inscribed to you and I
.
“I’ve moved on”
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