Is it wishful thinking
To want to turn time
Around so I could take
Your hand one last time
Before you fall from grace?

Is it impossible logic
For me to run my hand
Through your hair and
Pretend like we had eternity
In the first place?

Is it true lovers' loving
To know that we were
Doomed from the start,
But ignored the warnings for
The sake of the chase?

Is it unshakable devotion
To follow you into the dark
Even though we were never to be
From the very first spark, just
To reunite with you, the one seemingly from space?

Or is it staggering insanity
To try to convince you to
Come away from the edge
For a moment and then
For the long fall you'll brace?