Starscrewed Lovers

Is this where we end?

I hope not.

You know, even though,

this is just a natural change I’m facing.

I don’t know that I can accept it.

All these moments.

All these experiences.

Can’t mean nothing.

And it has me thinking, thinking that maybe,

we’ll meet again.

Probably not but, I still keep hoping,

dreaming.

Maybe you’ll magically end up where I am.

Or maybe we’ll meet when we’re twenty something years old.

You’ll be a super genius, super lovely medical something-or-other,

and I’ll be a super awesome rock star creative something-or-other.

But I’d still be very lonely,

Even with all the success and the money and projects I could ever have in the whole entire great world,

because I never got to stay with you.

I’ll say “I always liked you.”

And you’ll say, “I always liked you too.”

And then we’d live happily ever after.

But that won’t happen will it?

Because that’s not how life works.

Right now, In this moment,

fate feels unendingly cruel,

Taking someone like you away.

I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.

I know I’ve never met anyone like you,

and I know,

I’ll never meet anyone like you ever again.

Now I’m forced, yet again, to dive into a made up world.

Because I don’t know that I can face the truth.

The truth that this could be our final meeting.

Our final goodbye.