Love as a Pessimist

Come, claim a life that was never really yours
Wipe her tears with the sweep of your thumb
Bask in glory when she giggles at something you whispered in her ear
Hide, when she tries to hide you in her arms
Rest your head in her lap as she reads aloud the haiku she wrote
Blush a little when she caresses your cheek and tells you its for you
Calm her down when a nightmare disturbs her sleep
Shed a tear when the protagonist of her beloved novel dies
Lace your fingers around hers as you stroll through streets you grew up in
But the hands in your wrist watch will turn eternally
You claimed a life that was never really yours
Shut your eyes as she walks a road you can never step on
Clench your heart as oblivion devours the depths of her heart
Live, even as the hope in you dies
Because the life you claimed was never really yours