IYK,YK.

 

You're bewilderingly falsifiable

Making sense the way dreams do.

A piece of the puzzle that shouldn't fit

but somehow seems to.

You stitched up all the hours of

hurt with wishful thinking. 

Comfort that cured the past, 

On days my soul was sinking. 

Through thick and thin,

We were kith and kin,

But then you decided, 

And that was the End.