Solitude Unforseen

			How can this feel so right,
			When I know that it is not?

			We talk -
			It feels so natural;
			We laugh -
			It feels so comfortable...

			But as we walk,
			A crack forms between us - 
			I cannot remember when it started -
			As we continue
			It becomes a chasm - 
			Deepening, widening.
			Eventually,
			The chasm is so wide
			That we lose sight of each other,
			And we both silently say goodbye.

			Why did it feel so perfect and right to begin with -
			Only later to be proven so painfully wrong?