A twist of fate when blood runs stale,
A change of heart when time lets pass.

You,
a discordant symphony,
who needed naught but a look to understand.

Blank eyes, aching heart,
A cherry top was what it was.

You,
a perfect contradiction,
recalled of a time when the sun still rose
from east to west.

It could've been
but surely you wouldn't deem,
a time of youth,
to see through years.

Torn pages, running ink.
A devastation you left it be.

And it was all simple,
really.

A gift returned,
wrecked in folly.

And thus,
I stood and stared,
An epicly carved being,
eyes bright with life,
Ones that framed my every move.

Life must be well.

My heart swelled,
Thoughts of you anew,
And my place that could've been,
A question that would've never been.

I smiled,
*"No you don't."