Slowly

Slowly,

I'm waking up to not having thoughts of you in the morning.

Slowly,

I've reduced sighing to the possibilities that it will never work out with you.

Slowly,

I'm getting used to listening to songs without relating the lyrics to you.

Slowly,

I'm fine with you not replying me back.

Slowly,

I keep myself busy with real work and not just staring blankly.

Slowly,

I'm prepping myself to listen from you that this is going to be the end of us.

Slowly,

I feel the pain and also relieved at the same time.

Slowly,

I'm letting you go consciously without my heart feeling the gash that all of these are creating.

Slowly,

You will be gone,

Embedded just in my memories,

And nothing more.