Ruin. Is. Certain.

The walls we have built
Will come down,
On the darkest day
We will have ever seen.
It is inevitable;
I accept it; you look the other way.
We both know how it will go.
I will miss you
You, the one that has no time for me
Me, the one that cares the most
I will be clingy,
And you, distant;
The roles we always seem to play.
When it all comes down,
Will 200 miles even be enough?
Will it be enough?
To erase every memory,
Every attachment, every thought?
One thing seems assured:
Ruin. Is. Certain.