AS FATE WILL NOT HAVE IT

Whenever you lay out your verities, I patiently listened to all the concocted subtleties, Unwisely believing that the fusion of our souls was by divine right foretold. Your heart was really never mine to hold. Sweet, whispered words dripped from your lips like divine nectar, Confining me to the tethers of a blind faith I would be bound to forever. Had I blinked the fog out of the trance, Would you have pulled me back in, should Time grant you one more chance? Our destinies would be classified as tragic ballads left unread. Sharp scissors cut each thread. The Universe foresaw the ending  Even before we could sense the tragedy impending. You refused to see that we were close to losing it all. And I was too engrossed in your world to notice the gray decay. How we withered away,  Just like an unloved, frail petal is meant to fall.