an 'end of love' poem

Everyone on Earth seems to have written a 'recently broken up message to their ex' poem, so here's mine, even though I'm still very happy with my wife:

I have realised something.
Something about myself.
I'm okay.
I have cried myself dry.
I have roared at the sunset, howled my pain at the moon,
and crippled myself with the agony of remembering.
But I'm okay.
And there will be nights I wake up cold,
and days that seem endless and empty.
And I will see you from afar, and feel bereft.
And our eyes shall meet in the way they used to,
even while you are arm in arm with another.
And nothing will taste as sweet as it did when we fed each other.
And no kiss will be as deep, or delightful.
But I'll be okay.
I can walk through this world untethered.
I can exist as one among many.
I do not require a shadow, a partner, an 'other half'.
I am whole.
I might want you; miss you; love you.
I don't need you.

RC 28-5-25