Never meant to be

In an eyes shutter, an, instantaneous stroke of measure WE HAD BECOME STRANGERS. Ironic, yes. That what my mind predicted Had taken place. Sad, definitely That soo much could become so little. How the meaning of "us" became so dejected. And residing in my head, The sorrowful song rewinds " what happened to us?" The undeniable truth, that endings can never be resisted, And that the moment of change is only a Poem.