You were here for what seemed a moment,
a beautiful handful of seconds, too brief.
You whispered on strange, wonderful things,
and I pledged your everything to keep.
In what had to be minutes,
no greater than a few, at best,
you melted that, most grievous, away
and kept for yourself what was left.
After only hours, you achieved.
You achieved everything. Can't you see?
You were everything,
everything, to me,
but, suddenly, in what was conceived as days,
long, endless, terrible days,
you were everything grievous.
Everything was taken away,
and in years,
endless, miserable years,
you became everyone,
every. one. of my fears.
In a century,
you had gone.
Dissipated like the love.
Our love, doomed to go wrong.
Ode to a stranger,
you, whom I had to let go,
the you that I do miss,
and the me, whom I no longer know.