An Antonym We Are Poem by Elizabeth Haasch

There I begin to write in the pages of my journal
trying to explain to you
in the simplicity of this complexity.
An antonym in and of itself
I was. We were.

Like the sun moon and stars
all aligned separately from one another
I was. We were.

I tried to explain: written in rhythmic patterns
to make it sound like that unchained melody
that broken record
the never ending story of star crossed lovers.
Because 'journey's end in lovers meeting' they say. He says.

but here again star crossed we were. are
nothing was in our favor
nor ever will be
we are an antonym in and of itself.