“I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

EROSION

Was I to know that would befall was emptiness of any emotion?

perhaps it would have been better to never have loved

but it matters not, as emotions are absent from me now completely

as absent as he has become to my life and my heart

I feel neither sorrow nor joy, I feel not the absence of love

I merely acknowledge it as a fact, and a curiosity to me now

Spring has arrived and cool winds blow as the rain begins to fall

seasons may change but my heart remains the same, unfeeling as it has been, it remains

this expected change awakens my thoughts but nothing else

my heart is latent my emotions are docile

I have neither cried nor rejoiced in ages

And now as spring arrives and brings with it neither sadness nor fury

It awakens me to the apathy that is within my very heart

to pretended passions where nothing remains

to depths once searched, and longed for and loved

it is a curious emotional state, an abstract soul

And so spring arrives comes to neither thunderous applause nor a weaning spirit

but merely comes and is acknowledged, already fully weaned of emotion

days flow into each other seamlessly

each different in theory but not noticeable enough to invoke a heart to feel

as to enliven the spirit

Perhaps an effort could or should be made

to encounter that which once loved, entertained, feared, and sang

Effort would necessitate desire and motive for a result

and there is none to be had here

Quietly spring arrives to nothingness in my heart.

I disagree Lord Tennyson, 'tis better to never have loved at all

Then perhaps hope and desire would remain.

For once the heart is killed so deeply, it cannot again revive

Tut tut, it matters not, I do not desire a heart that could break.

Tut, tut it looks like rain.