I just can't help but feel
like an extra on the set
of the stage that is your life
and then, in sadness
I withdraw again
not knowing when
or where or how
the stage might be reset

for you fade into the mists
and linger there
within a place I'm not allowed
into a space where solemn vows
seem no more than just a vice
and I know it simply isn't wise
for me to venture there again

I reach then
for the heights
where dreams begin
to imagine themselves
once again
just you and I
standing here together
in the arms of all that matters
most of all . . .


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