As unpredictable as she was,

and as unreliable as you were,

both of you were not ,

destined to meet anywhere.


Or maybe just because,

you missed the sign,

that read somewhere,

this is not a glass,

but handle with care.


Silence is the only thing,

that remains in the end,

and the moment of meeting,

in that silence is rare


To go your separate ways,

one needs to separate,

but when the souls intermingle,

they hardly care.