How did the universe, In all it's clever design, Manage to make me fit Nearly perfectly in your arms?
Lying face-to-face, Hearts beating in tandem, Holding one another Like it's our last night.
Legs like 4D Tetris pieces. ("Tetriminos", I learned.) Overlayed gracefully, Almost ergonomically.
I wish there was a way To be back there again, But it's too painful To even consider.
We were so close to perfection, It makes me feel numb. To think of why It can never work.
But it just wasn't meant to be. Because as perfect as it first seemed, My traitorous shoulder Is now horribly asleep.