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 is 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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