Bond splits, an anagram for us,
us in Layman's term
but not in unparalleled reality
Love, let us now accept
our tear-jerking
gut-wrenching fate
I and you will see each other
but we'll never meet;
we'll vanish before
we even collide
No two forces of nature conspire
to intertwine our distance,
favor such nearness,
efface such uncertainty
Distorted as always,
disfigured and
deformed as ever, without
Symphonizing nor
synchronizing words
from finding to fleeing
Paler than colorless abstract,
bluer than blurred melancholy--
we are not meant to be!
Only time will tell
but this time,
from first to final,
Time is entirely
fading with us,
evanescing with the brief
encounter of our existence
Strangers forever and always;
now split-secondly
dissevering from
the space unknown.