This Impossible Fate

As I endure these

Slowly changing shadows

I see you in their shapes

Your warm breath

Upon your pillow

Where my neck should be

Your form curled

Around pooled moonlight

Where my back should be

Your arms folded

Upon the stillness

Where my heart would be.

You’re a tragedy

I cannot set straight

A sublime story

I could not create

That rips me to shreds

With bliss in its blade

Such a shame, this impossible fate.

You’re a fantasy

Of compelled crusade

A bittersweet tale

Of fortune mislaid

That pulls me apart

And leaves me unmade

Such a shame, this impossible fate.

And your dreams call to mine,

“Climb the stars up

And dance here with me”

Where we twirl and tumble,

And frenetically fumble,

And make the most of our limited space

In the edges, in the corners,

In the shadows.

In this, impossible fate.