After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
Some relationships, as with most good things, come to an end at some point. It could be that both parties have grown apart or it may have been caused by the wrongdoings of one partner.
Whatever the reason, some relationships do end. That doesn’t mean, however, that the one-time partners have to go their separate ways. If the relationship was built on the foundations of friendship as well as love, then there’s always a possibility of maintaining the friendship once the love has gone. Out of the dark, something good might grow, if you give it a chance.