lost, lonely and confused

We just met while sitting alone in the bar of one of those cookie cutter chain restraints.
She was reading a book, I was writing one.
I should have never commented on how the Great Gatsby was an underrated classic.
She should have never invited me to sit down.
We should have never gone to that lake to chat.
Things would be different now.
My heart wouldn’t be wrenched with anguish.
She wouldn’t have disappeared so suddenly.
If only things were different.
I would have never told her, she made me fall out of love.
She would have never nibbled on my earlobe.
We would have never had that forbidden embrace.
Our lives forever changed.
I left a trail of tears.
She left a trail of blood.
I cried for the future I altered
She bled for the passion she misunderstood.
We were a bad alliteration.
Nothing about us connected.
Except we were both lost, lonely and confused.