The bees will be(e).

Caught your glance across the room.
You looked at me and I looked at you.
It was like looking at a mirror.
As if we are one person. One entity.
Fighting the oblivion of each other's life.
Filling the void of each other's mind.
In the short life that a glimpse of an eye lasts, love was born, bloomed and died.
And then we continued our paths separately and never saw each other again.

The bees will be(e).