Refiner of Silver and Gold

I figured the realization
would've stricken me much
harder, that it would've
knocked the wind out of me,
but I guess the passion's
already left me.

For awhile, I believed in you,
that love is fiery, all-consuming.
I suppose I do still believe
that love conquers all, because
Scripture commands it so.

My fingers don't work. The words
squeezing my heart as I struggle to
write out that I don't believe in love
anymore. At least, not for me, because
logic and mathematics say so.

Here is the realization. Cold,
pressing solidly on my chest.
I've choked out the words, so
it has to be true. Trying to
hide my hurt, I'll recompose
and restrategize so the world
will never know, and I'll never again
feel the way I did tonight.