Brief. Intense. Cosmic. Gone.

A flash of light, then sudden dark. Emotions flared, intense and brief. A cosmic meeting left its mark, only to fade, bringing grief. A love that flickered, then disappeared—a lonely spark.

The stars aligned for just a moment. A pull so strong, it felt destined. We thought we’d found something worth holding. But in its wake, emptiness descended. A cruel joke, a love that was never meant.

Destiny whispered softly, a tender call. A touch that felt like home, a knowing glance. But fate’s brief hand let us fall. A connection lost in the dance. A story ended before it had a chance.

The planets shifted, their work complete. The intensity began to wane. A dream, once vibrant, now discreet. What was once bright, now stained by pain. A fleeting gift, quickly gone again.

And now, in the stillness, we linger. Holding on to what was bright. Remembering the spark, the fire’s finger. A fleeting love, now out of sight. The pain, a quiet, lingering bite.

Time couldn’t hold it, couldn’t keep. A love that burned too fast to last. But in the silence, we still weep. For what was lost, for what passed. A cosmic beauty, gone too fast.