When I saw you,
I knew:
I could only belong to you,
In the way only a soul can,
Through combination of a,
Cosmically cruel,
Twist of fate and a,
Cosmically cruel,
So-called ‘will’.
We laughed and we ‘loved’,
As children do:
Openly and quickly.
But Time was not on our side,
And temptation works as an agent of discord.
Blindness overtook me in the night,
Like a stupor.
When I reached out for solace,
I felt your emptiness in an unfulfilled grasp.
In the blink of an eye.
Without seeing I knew,
A piece of me was gone from my reach.
I see these days,
As most men do:
Poorly.
Heaven has forgotten my name,
Erased the registry of my blemish,
(Rightfully so, if you want to be a stickler)
As an unwhole soul,
What other choice do they have?