This desire overpowers my senses, my being
Like momentary rain which leaves me unsatisfied
For the dreams that I spun in this interlude,
Will haunt me, taunt me in the near future.

My otherwise perfect life, fulfilled dreams
Now seem so incomplete without you.
These customs, these chores; all now seem
So fake, so transitory without you.

But then I close my eyes, look at this
In the context of this universe, this infinite space
And everything, you included, means nothing
Not even the tiniest of 'moments' in time.

I have assured myself thus
That nothing, you included, matters.
Why is it, then, that a part of me still asks
'What if' it had worked out; what if.