Poemchallenge by @margaretwise peom "so that the lovers meet again"

We have distanced ourselves but you must know
Oblivion could be healthy
For those who suffer from misadventures
But the healthiest thing is to have you in my arms
The life in the days passes without certainties the objects deny
In its own way
Since the orphanhood possessed them
And the empty and cold coffee chair and the nonexistent copy of a cognac with nobody
And the car that rolls disconsolate through the city
Strangely alone and the little table
Of the restaurant hurt because in your absence the joy withered
How are you going to endure all this?
How are we going to tell our oblivion will it be for other lovers?
It will be that the syrup is gone from where he lived
Or they escaped without giving reasons