Walking away

Your embrace is just a memory now, like a passage read long ago, the details and context are lost to me. I go through the pattern of my day hardly even remembering that I was, not so long ago, in love.

Whether you are evil or just thoughtless is no longer important to me, so I will waste no time in trying to figure this out. I just know that I'm relieved that you are fleeing from my mind, and I gain distance from my broken heart every day.

At first I wished you well and honestly wished that we could be reconciled, but now am glad that the hole you left in my life is filling with other things. I miss you, but I'm glad you're gone.