Today, they are sad, in mourning
for all the things they'll never have the chance to do or share
morning tea on a cold fall day
snuggling till they fall asleep then waking gladly in each other's company
shared meals and conversations delving deeper
into their histories and scars
feeling irrevocably connected with each other and the universe.
They'll never go dancing
or feel snug in a shared sleeping bag.
The stars blinded at the light they shed
basked in the glory of their unencumbered stolen embraces.
Breakfast in bed
sci fi binging
They'll never share dreams or plans for a future
Lucky enough to have met
Unlucky in timing
They mourn what might have been
Another wound
a new psychic pieta to pick at
in the few stilled moments, they may find
to think of each other and what if's
trying to find a reason in the chaos of a universe
that showed them a door they could not walk through in this lifetime
Yet, perhaps, or never
while praying like an addict
for more stolen moments
knowing all the same
they will inevitably cause pain.
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