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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