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.

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