Unexpected
to my life
came our time
where numbers in
the canon of love
of the people I knew
far surpassed those
of the people I know.
Beyond the grace
of melancholy,
I am still possessed
by my personal union
with the former
and of the latter.
Now I near the end
of crossing our
decades together,
emotionally,
sustained,
within both.
And yet,
in my deepest sorrows,
with head in hands,
forever and always
separated from each.
With the former and of the latter