Our hands are locked together as we stand
fused and held by immeasurable force
drawn in by time and fate and faith
and tethered by our Cygnian love
and in this single lovely moment
I taste the nectar of paradise
at once minuscule, then gaping
a crevice opens in our hold
rending what was adamantine
as your fingers slip my grasp
and in my desperation
I try to hold you tight
fearing what I set loose
unaware as I was
that it was far too late
you began to drift
and you left a void
growing between us
just as all things in
the universe fly
apart, we did too
that is the truth
we must accept
forces that cleave
all bonds too weak
exist and
exert their
strength on all
existence
I think to
console
myself
as
I

watch

you


fade