Overtness

Each cycle, I gaze sombrely at the stars afar Seeking the constellation I mentally assigned to you I fantasise at what could have been If not for my overwhelming overtness Know this precept: you will be to me A figment vanished in the grand scheme of things and time Just as I was a brief encounter to you, an ember even Oh the irony, as I read these words aloud Because in the back of my mind Remains the hope of miraculous comeback: a bridging of division You were, are, and always will be oblivious A bridging of division You were, are, and always will be oblivious