It Comes Down to This

A pleasure to meeting you.

What adventures will this lead to?

Dragging our feet to the corner store,

Walking with the person I adore.

Whispers of faith and loyalty,

No pain, deceit; no casualties.

You've crossed the war zone, not unscathed.

The wounds will burn. Trauma cannot be unmade.

Depend on me.

I hold your hand throughout the lobotomy.

You'll memorize our shared smiles,

You'll rebuild the ground level, tile by tile.

The architecture of this cathedral

Is gothic, perfect… regal.

But prayer hasn't helped you yet.

You leave the grounds, discomfort I bet.

I will follow you back home.

Away from the condemning angel-dome.

No more melancholy gazes.

We laugh louder as the bonfire blazes.

The stars complete the nightly vale,

And we stare up to see the tale.

The sunrise washes us anew.

We gaze as it continues to imbue.

And silence is the sweetest sound.

As we lay peacefully on the ground.

It’s just us, in solitary.

Not confined, but on the contrary.

We are freer now than ever before.

There's all the world left to explore.

When we leave without a trace

I realize, it's not the sunrise, it's your face.

It's you, who,

I want to wake up to.

Give me life, Mr. Elixir,

Only the sweetest kind of trickster.

No more illusions, exclusions, contusions.

Only one clear, concise conclusion.

You are perfect

But here's the twist

You're ever-evanescent

You don’t exist.