She moved on
She saw in his eyes
The look of failing
The desperation and the taste
Of knowing life is not going to be
What he had planned
What he had demanded
From his gods
She moved on
Knowing she'd lost the years
And the loss was never made good
His moods were unreadable
His thoughts skewed
Towards the machinations
Of fate
Of having a lover call his name
Without paying his pound
Of flesh
And of futility
Of asking to be loved
But still being able
To choose the path
Of life
To snatch one's destiny
From the clutches
Of wrath
And pain
