We live an odd life outside of linearity,
Displaced out of a timeline, comparatively
Out of sync, out of love than most other couples.
And yet, despite our continuous troubles,
Our relationship remains as functional as a clock
Kept so neatly, we can never imagine it will stop.
Now we can't live together in an ordered place
While being separated through time and space;
Yet we'll still find a way to make it through.
Why? Because I'll always love you.
Though the streams of time might be
Pulling us apart, we both know that we
Will never unlock our eternal embrace
No matter what obstacles we might face.
I remember my first meeting of when
You died an elder in my arms, and then
Came walking through the glass door
To see your mortal husk on the floor.
We laugh about it now, but in that small second
Of horror by your profession of love, it beckoned
To me the future of us. Our relationship could
Never develop sequentially the way it should.
And though we may die and become non-existent,
Our everlasting love will stay somewhat constant,
For even when we look on at our burial ground,
We may rest in peace with the finality we've found
In interlocking our arms in a casket together,
And never leave each other's side for all of ever.
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Poetry Corner
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
