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Predestined
Are we saying good-bye when we just said hello?
The future unveiled by Cupid's arrow
A scripted scene that says exit stage left.
Were you not meant for me?
A chosen moment on a Sunday morning
ignited by your touch and we saw
the beautiful butterflies flying by.
Lovers slumber dreaming tomorrow.
Only a fading echo carries your name.
Darkness looms, my returning companion.
Another day dawns.
Such disdain, such pain.
The unfinished book about us,
A predestined interruption.
"Excuse me" says Fate, "May I cut in?"
Happily ever after for some, tragedy for us.
There it is; my heart carefully returned.
I will lie down next to it and cry a little.
We thought we knew the future.
If the future has already been written,
I demand a rewrite.
