after love, sara teasdale

There is no magic any more,
      We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
      Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea—
      There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
      Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
      And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
      For all its peace.

Everyone's been talking about this song for some time...and I thing Sara Teasdale's poem is its cousin or something. Made me think about how much there is to regret about certain relationships. At the time I didn't realize what damage I was doing to perfectly good relationships, but it's funny how kinship/friendship and feelings of affiliation can evaporate so quickly.

Humans suck at relationships.

That's my profound thought of the day.