Every time you love someone
or to be less pessimistic
when you realize you can’t
be in love with someone
who you truly loved
your soul splits.
Part of it carries on
with you
forever
while
the other part
creates.
An infinitely perfect realm
in which you and that
singular person
work out every
issue,
problem,
disagreement,
and the like.
A place where you both
transcend any kind of love
you could of ever hoped
to attain or create
together.

So it’s over.

Somewhere
past the sky, stars, moon,
and the deep dark black of space
exists that reality
don’t waste life
coercing random events or
chasing down what’s past
because when it’s real
it will chase you down
and carry you up.