The Ballad of Rico and Annabelle

Rico is dying,

but he doesn’t know it,

every day he tells his friends

he is getting better,

every day he grows worse;

he has been to places

no one should be,

he has seen things

no one should see;

Annabelle lives alone,

she sits in her box like Greta Garbo,

isolated and alone,

dusted and sheik,

no reason for living,

no reason for dying,

traveling into the hidden night,

without a thought or care;

Rico is in love with Annabelle,

he has loved her for as long as he can remember,

everyday he sees her pass by,

everyday he remains quiet,

everyday he stares passively into the sky,

unconcerned,

uninterested,

that is the way of love;

it is best left unsaid;

Annabelle has waited all her life,

she holds Rico in her arms,

she sees him in her dreams,

she kisses his lips,

she caresses his face,

they make love in her mind;

life begins,

life ends,

this is the way of things,

there’s never enough time;

farewell my friends.

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