This profound mode of being. The restrictive, limited, modified reasoning. His appeal to please me, his want to teach me, His need to simply need me; Diminishes more with every sunset, He loves me no longer and seemingly without regret. His love is conditional. Not unconditional- like a mothers love for her child. Why am i so riled? Because i can see it pass through his whole being, The coolness of his breath, The ice in his stare. This ache in my chest, I confess- has me lost between love and love-less.