"I love you," he said. 
Clearly not enough, when he broke her heart into a million pieces.
The man adds, "I haven't got around to it."

And you wonder why she was confused, "I love you?" she replied.

In that instant she heard her own words.

It is nearing winter, the same months, when all there is another year ahead and remanences of what was. A passing of time with enough distance to quell the depth of my soul. The surface tension oscillates in clutch between relax and run. A slow drown into silence of many last nights and last words.

Forever, by the light.