Bereft Poem by Elia Michael

Of hope I was bereft
we'd ever meet again.
We did and I was left
in shock and then such pain.

And like a scene from Hardy
my heart recognised you,
oh but my brain was tardy,
it did not have a clue.

In seconds you were gone.
My heart again was broken.
Your smile with love had shone.
My brain had now awoken.

But it was far too late.
Perhaps it'll never be.
Is it the deed of fate,
or could it just be me?