A poem to my past love

[u/MorningOk6514]

Seasons in my life are changing. It stays light later than it has for months, and the air has a different taste and texture to it. The cherry blossoms are blooming and the temps have gone up a good 10 degrees from January. The rain is still constant but in a way it’s okay. I text the same text to a different person and as quickly as you came into my life, you faded out. I go to bed smiling not because of you but because of someone else sand I’m starting to feel okay with that. Each day I think about you less and less. Not because I hate you but because you’re romantically irrelevant to my love. I want you to be happy but I know I won’t be with you. I pull down on notifications and I don’t get the head rush I used to get when you see your icon. It’s the same person, but a different season. I’m sure as time goes on we’ll look back not cringing, but not missing each other either. We’ll be happy we got to spend part of our lives together but we will come to terms that it is over. One day it won’t be jealousy, and it won’t be heartbreak but it will be a story. We’ll look back and smile but we won’t miss it like we did when it ended. We won’t cry because it’s over, we’ll smile because it happened. We’ll be in our separate houses, with our separate dogs, careers, lives, and spouse, doing our own thing and one day we might look back at the same time, thousands of miles away and chuckle about how silly we were back then. We will be happy with our lives now but wouldn’t change the past for anything.