An Ode to the One That Never Was

My dear, dear one,

One that never was,

One with the stars, 

My stardust we are eons apart,

Will I ever see you someday? 

Will I know you to, somewhere, be?

Will my heart's pain be then vanquished? 

The pain alone, my dear, not my heart.

When will I crash on your shoulders?

And be fastened into your embracing, warm arms,

So I may then close my eyes, move on your shoulder,

Mildly purr, breathe and there, forever yearn to live,

An embrace, for our sweat and tears to blend,

In their cauldron, to concoct more of our swelling love,

And inundate, then, our parched, scarred bosoms,

So love may, to our dead souls, new hope, give.

My dear, dear one,

One that never was,

All I ask you, and God, is this,

My heart's bleeding, can you, from up there, see?

When our hearts beat alike and are forever bound,

When in thoughts, only you,I forever feel,

Can't we be asunder only at the bridges of our kissing noses, 

When our hearts are one, I pray, why not we too be?