I Love to Write

Has fate changed it's mind, did those stars realign? I suppose souls grow tired, after enough time. The stars push us together, so time will pull us apart. I can't grasp the lesson, it's pulling at my heart. So we aren't meant to be, are we supposed to stay near? The sun warms the window, as we watch the sky clear. Maybe the page is torn, maybe it's spine held too much. Maybe it turns to dust, at the first lonely touch. So why do we start a book, if we don't read to the end? And if the book is really read, will it's story finally mend? Countless questions floating, a mind lost at the sea. Even from here I feel you, can you feel me? I don't doubt you can, rather I hope it to be true. Cause no matter the distance, I'll be right here for you. Cause yes I do believe in soulmates, but not so much destined to be. Because if that were the case, you'd be right here with me. We'd dance all night, with a lake moon behind us. We'd spend forever laughing, with the light growing inside us. But that's not the case, least not for every story. Cause I've read this before, and I'm so so sorry. I remember a time, back far so long ago. I found you in the west, we had a house and home. But in the end, you walked down the road alone. I still feel the Feel, from watching you go. It always seems to go like that, we're oddly drawn together. But for whatever reason, it never lasts forever. Cause some books end, whether we like it or not. So cherish the story, and all that you got.