I miss you so much

And we haven’t yet met

My patterns laid out

I know what to expect

The last one was proof

Of this horrible truth

That living with love

Is less likely than loss

He was beauty & kindness

enjoyed with a blindness

To obvious outcomes

I ignored with inertness

So I know we’ve yet met

But I know I will miss you

Because my heart is a motel

For transient love.