Oh, how enchanting your presence is.
How my heartbeats run away with you.
To another life. Another time.
Where they once beat together as one, not two!
Does time flow through this heart?
Does it keep repeating its’ destiny?
Through the ages flowing the same course?
Ever to meet and bleed-out tragedy?
So close these hearts to one another,
Always close, yet never close enough.
Providence paints a grievous story,
On the hands of time,…deep and rough,…
In my heart.
K. Aldaya, 11/20/14