Can Both Be True?

I never loved you.
I loved you completely.

It was nothing, 
a passing arrangement 
of weather in the body,
and it altered the climate 
of everything.

I could have left at any moment.
I have not left you still.

There was no promise.
I am still living inside it.

Your name is only a sound.
It rearranges the air when I think it.

We were never one thing.
We were indivisible.

I remember it clearly,
how it never happened that way.

Time has taken it from me.
It has only made it sharper.

I am finished with it.
It continues.

If I saw you now,
I would not know what to say.
I have been answering you
for years.