Knowing

What now?

I can't help but wonder while
taking stock of the love
that should've been forever
if not for my mortal meddling;

I see it written in the stars,
hear it in the wind.

It leaves a void
never to be filled by another,
the heaviest empty.

Feelings turned phantom
turned haunting,
but maybe I'm not meant to
let this go:
my bones told me so.

I've never felt anything
so far outside myself,
this knowing.

And if it turns out
I have the power to project onto the stars
and I've been seeing my own signs all along,
I'd be as mystified as you.

But I know this to be true.