Wasn’t it last night that we finally found out,
How our idiosyncrasies couldn’t ever agree?
And that we couldn’t make sense to the world and to ours.
Too bad, I thought great things start out this way.
And that rarities are often misunderstood, cascaded geniuses.
At some point we just have to take the kaleidoscope off our eyes,
And let reality dominate our field of vision.
The truth is…
The fire has died.
We’re looking into each other’s eyes, taking sensible steps back trying to say these silent goodbyes.
And all along we thought the universe conspired,
We thought the time was right.
Now we couldn’t even think straight enough,
To decipher what we could and could not mend.
What is plausible to pursue, and to leave behind?
We’re both crooked in this limbo.
Still…
Our hands hold on tight,
And remember to recite this passage:
“Till death do us part.”