Sunday, December 28, 2014

eventually


























I cannot go where you are, in
this land of impossible perfection,
this home of beautiful dreams and
never ending fantasies, where
tears do not fall;
a world for others,
not us;
in the morning I watch your face
for the last time,
we both know words
will never be enough;
everything ends,
everything temporary,
everything just an illusion,
always just a touch
beyond possibility,
always a bit more
than can be imagined;
this great sorrow,
this magnificent sadness,
this other reality;
eventually truth catches up
with us all.
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