A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
It happens all at once
And then slowly.
Our loss and fall out
Of our amore.
How could it change so gradually and quickly
When the flame we shared burned so bright?
What was once a warm campfire in our bones
Has spawned into a forest fire that consumes our hearts and minds.
And to think
We once called it love.
Perhaps we weren’t ready.
Perhaps it was never love at all.