The Feelings

The feelings are leaving.

They're slipping by and by.

All I can do is question.

All I can do is ask, why?

I knew they needed to somehow disappear.

I knew they needed to go,

But I didn't know how truly painful this process was,

Now I know.

It was protection.

It was love.

It was beauty.

Like that of a dove.

I'm glad it is over.

I can finally move on.

But why so soon?

Why are the feelings gone?