It’s cold, rain is battering the roof
Driven by the unrelenting wind
My mind drifts…to what may have been
We connected deeply
Soul mates…telling each other
Deepest fears, desires
The emotion, palatable
Fate, the Universe…
Call it what you will
Other plans for us it seems
Together? Unknown
Happy to have known
Albeit too brief
Farewell, adieu…
Our spirits soar
On a journey
Strangers alone.
Pete Ibbertson 29 July 2012
