We are doomed to be strangers
- forever passing each other by.
Our destination so apart
- that even two steps together
is a renounced hope.
We spiral towards each other
- and wham! the moment we collide,
are pushed farther away than we ever were.
I would have stopped and waited -
till love curdled into indifference.
Or I could have tried to convince you -
of the beauty of my chosen road,
and waited for the ennui to kick in.
I am leaving you now -
before rottenness has wind of spring,
with the fragrance of a single evening
pressed into the pages of time.
I am leaving you, and with you I leave
the "I" of that evening -
the "I" who shall love you forever.
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