Maybe my world, by which I mean you, fell apart for a while;
Maybe I lost my reason, my joy, my love, my smile.
But I still have some whiskers to pick, two litters to dry;
The bliss I find in this agony as I cry.
My world (you) may have come to a stand still for a few days,
I may have adopted one or two uncouth ways.
But then comes an angry tail and a judgemental gaze,
The bliss I find in this agony when I feed its furry face!
At least we are under the same sky, sun, moon, and the stars.
All the things that connect us through this brief time we stay apart.
The skin, the flesh, the breath, the air, and the heart;
The bliss I find in this agony that days still depart.
Alright, we are turning into skulls and bones,
But nothing hurts when we become sticks and stones.
Amid the echoing sighs, moans, and painful groans,
The bliss I find in this agony when you ring my phone!
Maybe it was our folly or may be it was fate,
Maybe it was my fear or your carefree state;
Whatever had to happen has happened nonetheless,
The bliss I find in this agony in knowning it was already too late.
The sky’s still blue and the water still wet;
Months have gone by, now the date is set.
I love you still so dearly; not a smidgen of regret,
You are the bliss I find in this agony; just you and nothing else.
