The Talk

One side step,

And approximately 13 hours off a decade,

Can love just stop?

Has a power switch been flicked,

Or a memory ray flashed before my eyes.

The talk ends,

Your subconscious breathes.

Now we are just acquaintances,

Standing three feet apart.

Routine must suddenly cease,

Autopilot clocks off without a trace.

Love in the physical,

Not an issue - just roll over.

You take cool steps to stage exit,

But mental heat hangs on.

For something true that drained away like sand,

Has just landed its last sucker punch before it was gone.