Adieu - Part 3

I never spoke of it again, but whenever I thought Of it after that, I would remember that look on your face, Filled with love and kindness and temperament, And an intent to do whatever was needed To make it otherwise, but framed in the same Utter certainty that it would not be enough, That it would never be enough. That I would never be enough. That true love, and soul-mates, and perfect love, And physical ecstasy, and the sharing of music and familiarity, And joys and life and love and words and meals, And walks on the beach and family and children, And happiness and sadness and fun and fights, And everything that made being US And being in love, and being together, So incredibly EASY and perfect and fine ... Would never, ever be enough. That no matter how many times over the Period of the rest of our lives that we thought of Each other, and remembered how incredibly Wonderful it was to just be US, No matter how many times our hearts Would ache and long for that simple feeling of Being completely COMPLETE, No matter how many times we realized That we had once had something that many other People never get to experience in a Lifetime of searching for it, But can only dream about and hope for, No matter how many times we'd be Reminded of each other by a Song or a sight or a smell, No matter how much those things would Forever more pull our hearts inside-out With a secret longing, a longing we Dare not mention to another soul ... No matter how often we recalled Each other with warmth and kindness And love and soft, joyous recollection, No matter how many times We would be brought to the realization That we should have tried harder, That what we had was imperfectly perfect And powerful and EVERYTHING, That it was worth FAR more than What we could ever express Or Imagine, It would never ... Ever ... Be ... Enough.