Someday, maybe a little while from now, we'll remember why we seperated.

When you and I awoke:

Disappearing without explanation is cause for resentment.

You had me at the palm of your hand, ignored without reason

-I wondered for so long,

"What did I do?"

But no, the real thought should  have been, "what  had happened?", not whose fault it had been.

I spent so much time questioning how I had caused the end of something that quite honestly, never even was.

As I laid alone at night, questioning what I had done to push you away, I'd failed to realize that I am not the default option.

My love is not a rose for a rose be too common
My love is not one to be described as flowers
She is but a drop of rare rain to the desert plain
Something my heart can hardly contain
My love is not a rose, no
But an indescribable thing
My love is like the unseen rings of Saturn in the spring

someday
what I want to be mine
you will also want to be yours.
and it's not about [it doesn't matter]
to whom we belong;
simply that we belong together, to each other.
Our souls, our lives, as free as they are intertwined.
Perhaps time will be the victor, yet again.
Like missing the last train of the night
stranded alone at the platform watching the lights of what was supposed to be your ticket to love fade into a growing darkness, an unknowable distance.
Vanishing
as if it never existed.
Is it wrong to think, to hope, that love is exempt from the ephemeral nature of all things?
For how can something that rubs you so raw,
touches you so deeply,

be
no longer.

he searched for her
he found her
he had her
he loved her
he no longer loved her
he left her
he lost her