Fault Line

It seemed a simple brief affair telling the truth about our flare. I knew he'd be hurt and cry but it's always best to know why. My shortcomings were apparent, the silent days were absent and errant and something spaced between us that neither waxed nor waned with trust. One day his love for me endured, another and he wasn't sure; other days he'd hesitate and we'd both say let's clean the slate. Then he'd think of her as I thought of him. Regrets rose repeatedly with force spewing guilt and deep remorse. It seemed so simple to say the words as we spoke goodbye tears of our discord only to meet again the day after but no feelings brought back the laughter. We are creatures of habit, liars drawn in by the mind's desires, the body wants warmth and pleasure easily forgetting what once was treasured. The fault is within us failing the momentary discuss to recover what was lost but once the line is crossed, we pay its cost. The truth, the fault line - was only mine. I loved more than i knew and the price I paid, was losing you.