Diffusion's Illusion Poem by Raluca Mitra

If there was something meant to be,
That something will be over.
If it was or not be,
You have decided by yourself.

If there was now something left to be -
That indescribable something,
I would respond:
There is no foolishness in paradise.

If then nothing would have meant to be,
Now we wouldn't have struggled.
But there was a delusion
With glimpses of pure love and illusion.

Now I love live with the conclusion
That it was an unlikable diffusion.

And two fools - you and me -
Will wander endlessly
In search of a lost truth:
AMOR!