The Randomness of things
is inexcusable
How randomly we meet
and part our ways
We fall apart
estranged from what we loved
For no reason at all
and no governing rules
Fresh meat becomes
Leftovers of tomorrow
Fresh love is turned
into a surge of pain
The randomness of days
is inexcusable
How randomly the night
steals us away
And never to return
from its mysterious depth
our eyes
get adjusted to the dark