You are like the sun, I am the moon.
I just arrived, you left too soon.
You are cold like ice, I am on fire.
I die in your frost, you melt in my pyre.
You are like South, I am East,
near each other but never will meet.
You are left, I am right,
walking into opposite lights.
You are like space, I am time,
existing in both world is always a crime.
You are like oil, I am water,
both liquid but it doesn't matter.
We are intersections
Running along different directions.
It is our nature to be separated
for nature is, in fact, disparated.
We did our best but lost the fight.
I reckon, as you disappear from my sight.
Charlene Palalay; 03.06.2017