You, sometimes, meet people who don’t need words to construe your incessant garbling,
Who you can pour your heart out to, without thinking,
Who understand what you’re going through, with a simple, cursory glance at your face,
Who you can function with, like a unit in inexplicable sync, and who, with remarkable ease, manage to fit into your elusive space.
Yet, suddenly, you disintegrate.
In ways that dumbfound you, in ways excruciatingly hard to elucidate,
You grow apart, like you were never destined to meet –
You abandon an equation you’d fondly forged, derisively incomplete,
You build a fence that manages to smoulder your ache,
A fence that leaves behind nothing, but a void in each other’s wake.