Saturday 26th

 I walked away, 

Walked home realising that that may be the last time I saw you. 

There was no real purpose in meeting again 

you wanted your life and that was not going to include me.

I would become an occasional cup of coffee "every four or six weeks"

when it didn't interrupt you being what you wanted to be, 

what you wanted to be doing.

It's no good you talking about all our time together  

you've already said you were unhappy for a long time of that time. 

You were the one who walked, no discussion, no negotiation.

Words of hurt generated through your justification of leaving.

Time ended. 

So now we just need to sort out the 'administrative' elements.

The emotional elements remain captured, for all time, 

in stasis 

in each others memory 

in each of our words, differently 

our previous outward equilibrium, immobile 

motionless

The perceived balance state of the bodies 

ended

time ended