(Searching for {a} Chance: Part 2)

Memories dance at the edge of his vision

Twirling phantoms of the girl who was always

Here, but was never truly present

Always dancing amongst the clouds

A goddess playing at mortality

Faded too quickly, grasping at those fragments

Of truths, lies slicing through skin

Too many disasters and pitfalls of life,

And a Chance encounter

Have combined and led to the greatest tragedy

Of all.

Author's Note: if you liked this poem, be sure to check out my book Concerning Chance :)