When The Fire Runs It’s Course

You know when the fire

Has run it’s course.

When the kisses become

Just kisses.

The sex becomes

something used to mask

The inevitable truth.

Growing apart.

Drifting into the arms of the next.

Falling in and out of love.

Or at least trying to define the word.

This is when the fire has run it’s course.

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