One track mind

I'm not certain we were meant to be.

I don't think the sun rises every day with us in mind.

The universe didn't wait years and years to bring us together, and tear us apart.

We did this.

We fell in love on our own time,

Each step taken with purpose and thought.

I loved you in metaphors and rainy nights, curled up on your chest as documentaries flickered quietly in the background.

You loved me in stolen glances and wine stained lips, as we fell through the streets of this city and brought each black and white tile back to life.

We left in the way we came to be.

Myself, a writer with a broken heart, looking for someone to pen my tear stained poems to.

You, in turn always looking for that next adventure right around the corner, putting as many miles as you could between us, in a half ditch attempt to push me away.

We were always enough for each other.

We just never knew it was okay to stop looking.

Maybe after this storm blows over,

We can try again.

And remind the sun what it was like to kiss our skin at the same time.

We could show the universe gravity doesn't apply here.

Maybe we weren't meant to be.

Maybe it's our job to simply; be.