When Does Love End?

When does love end? This perverse brain feverIs it at an instant, as quick as we fall in?Is there a resounding thudA seismic shiftThat waves away the tittering butterfliesTo crash and burnPerhaps a blatant time bombDo you even notice or is it a lapseOr is it only outsiderswho rush in to say how grave a mistake committedTsk Tsk, She should have known betterEverybody knew it would never workAnd yet how could they say thatWhen they ate togetherBirthed beautiful childrenTogether in one bed every Tuesday and ThursdayLike a visitationShe was always so gentleYeah, much like an antelope in headlightsBalancing. Austere. Lifeless.On those nights that the stars would burn so extravagantlyLove was fading out of herAnd the end of their story was just beginning