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.

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