Hopeless Romantics

In twilight's gentle embrace her fondness ran deep and true Yet weariness whispered through her veins tinting her worldview a muted blue Conversations once a vibrant dance now mere echoes in expired tunes Their dialogue too grand for fleeting chats lost beneath silvered moons Believing herself a mere shadow in his luminous family frame She chose solitude's embrace for her peace and the world's cascade Not solely for his heart's reprieve but for the collective's fragile grace She knew the meaning in her silence offering her heart a resting place If her sanctuary lies within his arms and his within hers entwined Yet fate decrees they cannot merge their souls confined by time What purpose holds tethered hearts when lifetimes slip away Why gift transient moments seasons that swiftly sway? It's a sick joke in a cruel world To think right person wrong time What is truly meant to happen will not pass them by So let's scoff laugh it off shrug it off chalk it up to being hopeless romantics… How can one be lovesick when they've become sick of love? How can one be homesick when they thought they were already home? It doesn't add up the pieces don't fit it feels like a fractured prism Their love barely materialized just a mist in love's schism They are not friends not bound by blood but closer to strangers passing by Lost within love's shadowed corridors each soul alone to sigh Silent echoes linger on hearts beat in solitary tone Who am I deceiving? Neither of us is truly alone Or are we?