Temporary contentment and eternal pain
Your absence resounds
My mind enters the fray
Sifting through realities where you could have stayed
Things go together
Since they are meant to be
Yet things come apart, similarly
We were inevitable
As a ticking clock and the melting of snow
We were inevitable
As the changing of leaves and death’s knock at the door
You and I, compatible
In every kind of way
Our souls were meant to meet
Even if just for a day.