What a waste

What are the chances we would meet someone who makes us feel at home even after meeting for the first time?

I didn't know why I was sobbing in your arms that day. Perhaps it was the thought that I was going to lose someone who could mean so much to me, or it was the words you said that pierced right through my heart. How could someone see me so clearly, and how could I ever let this person go?

You held me close as I let the pain seep through the corners of my eyes. You said your tears imbued shirt didn't matter, but I knew your warm embrace was only temporary.

The stillness in the air punctuated by the sound of car engines running in a distance. I once thought he was the chance I had missed. Now I know you're the one I had in my palms that I let slip away, whilst being cognisant of how much I was losing.

We're similar in so many ways. Why couldn't our timelines align as well?

J.