Shattered

 Looks like the millenium we spent together,
well, the decades we were"us"
was a special plan of falling apart.

If I'm to swear, I love you.
All this is a planned coincidence.
Things fall apart and can be glued together.
only when the pieces are big enough.

I swear it I love you
But me and you are shattered.
Some parts, scattered and lost
We can't 'just' be glued together, but even so...
My eyes imitate a dried up well
And my heart an  over-flooded desert!