Letting Go

The cars sing on these summer streets
With men and women; they pass by.
I see a girl whom my eye meets.
And in my eye a tear, to cry.
Once did we share thoughts consummate
Without a flaw, our love perfect.
Yet bound by fate, so intimate,
Chance struck us both by cruel defect.
Remembrance lost of perfect bliss
Was fated luck, thoughts lost to time.
So we forgot, mem'ries amiss;
As cruel a fate should be a crime.
And so I walk along this street
Our hearts, once bound, shall never meet.

December 13, 2007, Writing 12
(This is based on a short story by a Japanese writer. I cannot remember the story's title, unfortunately.)