Gone

He'd longed to entwine
His fingers with hers
For longer than memory
Served his simple soul.

She'd slipped through
His fingers for just as long,
Not knowing why he tried so
For a love that she didn't feel.

And now, she'd slipped
For the final time.
She'd found her omega
And it wasn't him.

And so he longs for
Normalcy and love.
He'll find them both, surely,
Some quiet day in the future.

--C.R.E.