fucked up truth...

the fucked up truth of it all
is not everything happens for a reason.
sometimes we make the wrong decisions
and are asked to live with them
for the rest of our lives, and i
am well aware i must live with mine.
still, on the loneliest nights, when i
am halfway to hell and haven't slept right in weeks
i look up deep into the fiery infinity of the sky
and i stop and smile. i am reminded
that although the years will pass
and someday we'll be dust,
i'll always have with me the knowledge
that for one brief, flash of a moment
and against all odds, our stars crossed.
and that will always, always, be enough.