Moirai

Some time ago, we were sent so far from home, and I could not see a romance while yet I was to roam. With resignation, I told the Fates - my search it was suspended; they smirked, for 'twas the long game they intended. When we met, a friendship so seamlessly began, and I could not help but break my own chosen ban. With hope, I told the Fates - long-dead embers they were fanned; they laughed, for they knew another then held your hand. While I was away yet again, I met another ghost, and I could not stand once more so bitterly dosed. With rage, I told the Fates - my patience it had quit; they grinned, for they judged I was not yet unfit. A year passed, and they smiled warm and true, for then they sent the owl and bade me visit you.