If love were meant for me it would have found me

But all I’ve ever found were empty chests.

And if I could not swim they would have drowned me

In seas of my own tears like poor Alice.

I’ve always thought like magic she’d appear

A bolt of lightning lighting up my world—

Then suddenly the way would become clear

And we’d travel together, me and my pearl.

But as the years go by that seems unlikelier

And deeper into chaos life descends

Just like the second law of thermodynamics

Order descends to chaos in the end.