Shattered and broken,

Just like the orbs we saw our futures in;

Shattered and broken,

Just like the cups, that held the dregs of fate within;

Shattered and broken,

With sweaty palms that held yours once;

That I still hold now, will never let go;

Reading them was ecstasy,

The future I wanted, was in front of me;

The present says, that future is past,

You are gone, and I am left aghast;

Without you, I am just -

Shattered and broken, at last.

Was it a divine intervention?

Who knows, but I hate how I feel it was inevitable;

My heart is in pieces, and I hate how that came as a surprise;

I hate this fate, the future I didn't foresee,

I can't see ahead, I don't want to anymore;

You have died, but I'm dead,

The future is not for you, not for me.

I'm shattered, I'm broken,

How it will end, we will see.