We met through Isaac at the support group.
Where are lives crossed paths into knots and loops.
I visited your place, with a basement tour.
I am glad that, later, I’d been there more.
I introduced you my favourite book.
Ever since then, like me, you were hooked.
The moon lies far from my doorstep,
stars are countless like my worries,
my eyes are sightless of your arrival,
But the storm of fate tore us apart,
and you left everybody at your funeral,
Rains can’t fill the emptiness of my eyes
The sun walks to me beaming lights on my paths
and my mind freezes like an iceberg of Titanic
That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
A flood of memories filled my mind,
of the beautiful moments it did remind;
this world is too harsh for us,
let us accept: the fault in our stars.
