The dominoes stand *****
As my shaking fingers attempt
To stabilize what is to be
An ephemeral fortress
Of fate and fatality.

The numbers align like the solar eclipse,
Two worlds delicately merge, and,
For a split second, they are one.
Little do they know that they must part,
Ending their moment of unity.

The strong façade easily deteriorates
As the highly-held towers come crashing down,
Revealing to me that not all of our numbers matched,
For there was still a part of you
Who emulated another.

And so it sits,
This broken creation, a museum of forgotten rubble.
How could one be so blind as to think that someone is fully theirs,
When a part of them
Is always meant for someone else?

As I fall for you, you fall for another.