The Man Who Died Twice

Love is like a chameleon taking various forms

Every experience different, there are no norms

Not knowing when love is true

And if the other person feels it too

The trajectory will always be unknown

Often wondering if you will end up together or alone

This knowledge he also did not possess

But it did not make him love her any less

At times he would rejoice

Thinking he heard her voice

But it would all just be in his head

Filled with the echo of the words she had ever said
Now her words are nothing more but a distant sound

A muffled noise on the background

He realized that her presence was only temporary

And on this earth she was his only sanctuary

In order to feel this comfort once more

He reads the words written by the woman he fell for

But now the ink from her letters is slowly fading away

And it represented how he could not make her stay

He lost himself when he lost her

A feeling he could not prevent to occur

And it became clear to him that love comes at a price

Because when his life ends, he will have died twice