The interphase of our love was sweet, We grew, we learnt and fought on repeat!
In the prophase of our affair, We became more aware; Of the disappearance of our doubts. Trust, like chromosomes was visible throughout!
The metaphase was all about balance, Time, career and some semblance. We appeared strong to the world's eye; But to be honest, it was more of a lie!
The anaphase marked our splitting! When heartbreak poems and sad songs seemed fitting. We drifted apart to the opposite poles, Lamenting the loss of each-other's soul.
By the end of the telophase, our fates were sealed; Our story was forever concealed, The new lives we built had everything new, Yet we were one with remnants askew!
Our DNA may one day become free of each-other, Till then we shall continue to be miserable individually together!