Only I can see the true nature that dwells within me

At least that's what I thought

This all changed when I met her

She could read me like an open book

And when she grew tired of the same narrative

She'd write a sequel

And with every addition to our story

I grew to love having a co-author

In all honesty, the-the break was needed

But lately I've been haunted with the realization that

All things know, no matter how infinite they feel, come to an end

And that's the inevitable conclusion

This end could manifest through chaos or harmony

One thing's for certain

There is change

To fight it is madness, but

So is it's realization

The nights we played chess in the Cosmopolitan skybox

While overlooking the concrete jungle

Will forever be engraved in my mind

Such truths could send a man adrift

Unless he accepts

The beautiful

Desolation