We were together,
laughing until our stomach hurt.
You were throwing silly jokes
and I didn't even mind.

One year later,
we met again.
All black.
Was it a sign?
No, I don't believe in coincidence.
It must be a sign.
Black as in; deep, deeply sad.
Zonk, blank, gone.
Maybe it was really over.

Or maybe it's just me
being utterly stupid.
Believing it all happened,
when it never was.