For you
I was certain,
in His perfect timing,
one semblance of you and me
or more if it could be.
Never lavish, but modest
pious not insolent,
reverential way
of living.
But one day, in a surreptitious manner
uncertainties started creeping in,
truth become lies
hope turned into despair.
How can you grieve for something
that could have been,
but never --really
had been.
It wasn't ever a choice
nor an alternative,
be that as it may,
fated to.
#WhyamIstillhere3