Love Dies

The music plays, I can’t quite catch the refrain, it is lost somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind. 

I think of you but no longer see, like a faded photograph, you are out of focus.

Then I tried to remember your scent, like a still breeze on a Winter’s day, there was only coldness.

I had lost the ‘essence’ of you. There were no feelings, no smiles, no tears, nothing at all. You had faded to grey.

Leaving just the quiet understanding; time passes and love, like all things dies.

~Eily Nash