Helplessness

Long after the passion was gone, I could at least take comfort in that I was a calming force, before I was run down with jealousy and spite. Then, when nothing's left but past memories and emotional flackbacks that run to core of your being, I couldn't even give a logical reason why I felt anything at all. The hardest part, was knowing that I was helpless to calm him, that I couldn't even heal his pain anymore. That, that was the hardest of all. Why though if it was the hardest of all, was I happier once it passed? Could I have found closure the one time I wasn't looking? Only the years will tell.

Was that conditioning's last gasp providing closure?