How does it end?

               Did it even begin?

     There isn't a way

                                 I can't see a path

                   I just---

It's in those moments-
The ones where our eyes connect
And you smile
And I smile right back.
A laugh,
A glance,
This is where I'm meant to be-
Right here
In your arms.
Safe from the world
As if time can't touch us
Because it can't
Time only brings us
Closer together

How did you know?
Was it
The look in my eyes?
My demeanor?
My straight face and
Tight gestures?
Before I spoke
You were gone
Swept away in the wind
No need to explain
You understood my silence
The silence was the end
And the end
Was inevitable

What if the heart
Were truly a puzzle?
A game of sorts
Of luck
Of chance
Roll the dice and pray
That you draw a piece that fits.
The empty hole there
To remain empty,
Until you draw the right piece.
Who could be good
At such a game?
The rich, the beautiful?
Though it may appear so,
This thought is false
The game IS fair.
In a twisted way,
All have an equal shot
For 1 in 7 billion is the chance
Of finding any single piece.
And I...
I drew the 1
That fits my heart.

These flawless fantasies-
Fleeing cruel reality
And the bitter taste
Of living.
Where I can fly to
Warmth,
Safety,
And welcoming arms.
Away from the terrors
Of unforeseen attacks
These fatal wounds to an
Already breaking heart.
Let me fly
Please.
If not to the truth,
Then at least to a place
Where I believe
I am loved.