I am here to tell you
we can never meet again
simple really isn't it
a word or two and then
a lifetime of not knowing
where or how or why
or when
you think of me or
speak of me
or wonder what befell
the someone you
once loved
so long ago somewhere
never wonder what I feel
as living shuffles by
you don't have to ask me
and I did not reply
every moment of my life
from now until I die
I will think or dream of you
and fail to understand
how a perfect love
can be confounded out
of hand
is it written in the stars
are we paying for
some crime
is that all that we are
good for
just a stretch of mortal time
is this God's experiment
in which we have no say
in which we're given
paradise
but only for a day
nothing can be altered
there is nothing to decide
no escape no change
of heart
nor any place to hide
you are all I'll ever want
but this I am denied
sometimes in my darkest
thoughts
I wish I'd never learned
what it is to be in love
and have that love
returned
is it written in the stars
are we paying for
some crime
is that all that we are
good for
just a stretch of
mortal time
is this God's experiment
in which we have no say
in which we're given
paradise
but only for a day
is it written in the stars
are we paying for
some crime
is that all that we are
good for
just a stretch of
mortal time
is this God's experiment
in which we have no say
in which we're given
paradise
but only for a day