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Resolution
This would have been the perfect night for a party.
Warm, misty air
Moon almost gone
No light in the darkness
Dew on the lawn
The tint from your windows
The firework sound
Of the music, so searing
The shake in the ground
It builds like the rumble
Of stones down a hill
No time to be troubled
No room for free will
I steal a glance out your window.
She asks me, “Hey, what are you doing out here?”
Disguised in a shadow, I wipe off a tear
I turn to her - “Oh, I just needed to breathe”
She says, “That’s the same reason I had to leave”
But it’s quiet tonight, and I’m wearing two masks.
And there’s so much air.
She murmurs “I can’t believe we’ve barely met.
You feel like a good friend that I don’t know yet.
There’s so much we share that we never discuss.
I never quite know what there is between us.”
And my brain’s shouting ‘Envy! And Vengeance! And Hate!’
Those jagged heartstones with their chest-crushing weight
But there’s something beneath them, some seedling that’s grown
And I realize ‘At least I’m not out here alone.’
You’re here with me tonight.
And just as we talk, there’s a faint, sliding squeak.
You turn to me, smiling.
A door opens up and a voice starts to speak.
The way you see me, soft and golden -
You say, “Why are you both out here, all alone?”
“I love you.”
And I see the betrayal the seedling has grown.
“I love you too,” I say, pulling my eyes from the window.
Warm, misty air
Moon almost gone
Gold hanging lanterns
Stars on the lawn
The clock will turn midnight
I will be here
No parties, no seedlings
A happy new year
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Written on 1/1/2022. A battle between fantasy and reality.