How does one go from desiring someone to not giving a damn?

I remember how the sight of your skin drove me wild,

But now, even when I feel it this close, I am lifeless, numb.

Once, your touch was electric, setting my soul on fire.

Now, it feels like a ghost passing through me,

Leaving no trace, no spark, just an empty void.

I used to dream of your lips on mine,

Your body melting and joining with mine.

I used to love listening to every sound your heart produced,

Like a rhythm that filled my soul.

I could die in the sounds you made,

Especially the voice that whispered my name

When we were locked in pleasure behind closed doors.

With every trace of contact I had with you,

I felt like I could live forever. But now, I feel dead.

How did we go from burning with passion to this cold silence?

Where did the laughter go, the whispers in the dark?

When did your presence become just another shadow in the room?

I search for the feelings that once made my heart race,

But all I find are memories fading like old photographs,

Edges curling, colors dulling, faces blurring.

I feel dead when you are close to me,

I feel dead when I look at you,

I feel dead when you call out my name,

I feel dead when I make love to you.

I feel nothing—no, I am sure—I feel dead.

Usually, when something goes wrong in people's lives,

They rely on someone to blame to lessen the guilt they feel.

We create excuses, justify our actions, tell lies, apportion blame.

But in my circumstances, I have no excuses to make,

For I am unaware of the reason for this dysfunction.

Maybe I have a slight idea, maybe not...

Can love really disappear, just like that?

Did we take a wrong turn, or did we just stop trying?

Is it you who changed, or is it me who let go?

I long for the days when your smile could light up my world,

When every kiss felt like a promise, when every touch was a reassurance.

Now, it's like reaching out to a stranger, hoping to find something familiar.

How do we reclaim what we've lost, or do we just walk away?

Is there a way to reignite the fire, or is it too late?

These questions linger, unanswered, as we drift further apart.

Lost affection, once so fierce and consuming, now a distant echo,

Leaving us wondering if what we had was ever real,

Or just a beautiful illusion that we can never recapture.

SF🧸