Presence

His lover gave him a written thought...
She has found the one
With whom to share her last breath
But he, made wise by time and pain
Saw that he’s been given that thought thrice
The first dissolved when he chose to go there
And left
The second, because he was not of the people there
And was left
And now the third is on its way to melting
In the flow of time
His destiny commanding
That he shall leave

Never to go back there