When It Was
When it was, it was amazing. It was breathtaking, wonderful, incredible.
And when it wasn't, it was too far, too much distance, too much separation. Not close enough.
When it was, it was never easy. There were fights, quarrels, spats. But they were lover's spats, and that eased the pain, and they healed quickly.
When it wasn't, it was awful. It was bitter, sad, lonely. But they always came back together in the end.
And when it was, it was fun. It was smiles, laughs, looks shared here and there. Inside jokes, all their own, that would cause them to burst out laughing at the drop of a hat.
When it wasn't, it was never enough. It was painful, heart-wrenching, wishing. But then the wishing would stop, and they'd curl up in each others arms, happy once more.
When it was, it was spectacular. It was mind-blowing, sensational, remarkable. It was Soul Mates.
And when it wasn't, there were tears. And there was running, and hiding, and sobbing. And then begging, and apologizing. And then hugging, forgiving, forgetting.
And whenever it was, it was beautiful. It was green and blue, drawn together in a sea of colors, it was tall and short, dark and light, the warrior and the bard. Both Fighters. Both Lovers.
And then it wasn't. And there was sacrifice, sadness, bravery. And there was a sick anger, a blame that rested heavy on all consciences, and then nothing.
When it was, it was fantastic. But then it wasn't, and it would never be again.