We all fall in and out of love.
Maybe with many people,
Maybe with one person
Over a span of decades.
Then comes the day
That you stop speaking
To one another,
And communication decays around you
As you stop listening to the other,
And then you find yourselves
Dancing in the eye of a hurricane.
How soon then,
Before the winds shift, and the storm descends,
And all of this comes to an end?