Her words were subtle but aching,
as though they were torn from within.
He looked at her in awe of them,
The snowflakes melted on her skin.
He didn't know what to say,
He felt it tear from himself too.
He was afraid of saying something wrong,
So he just stood there staring through.
She knew something odd was happening,
Somewhere deep within his eyes,
Tentative, she said goodnight.
She was sure his words were lies.
A sigh left his lips in mist.
The evening sky bore a cruel wind.
He inhaled the crisp air,
Although he felt like he was skinned.
"You don't know what it's like, my friend,
And yet you know it all too well.
You were meant for me it seems,
But I woke up today in hell.
I found a girl that I once loved,
That I thought could not exist.
From the color of your eyes,
To the warmth of your sweet lips.
I loved her before you came,
And I lost her before you left.
The sands of time would be ours my love,
But I must live a life bereft."

He finished his lonesome poem,
In the solace of the night,
Then wandered into the darkness,
From under the street light.
He walked into his girlfriend's house,
And was alone with her again.
He whispered as she slept,
"I know how much I love you Jen...

But who we are is something strange.
We've fallen apart at the seams.
We never really felt right, did we?
Our lives were naught but separate dreams."