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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