Journey's End
The things that existed in them,
He and his once upon a never lover.
Hidden behind the walled garden
Of their minds.
Each entertained titillating ideas
And concepts of abounding
Indulgences, forbidden and
Thrilling, but never acted.
Until once upon a drunken stupor
She fell on him like a thunderous
Clap upon a frightened child
And drank him whole until he was
Left broken and naked upon the floor.
Desperate with longing and desire
A moment never imagined
More than a fantasy
But with nothing more than a question
And a declaration,
Abrupt and deserved:
“Goodbye”
There he was sitting in his tin can.
Past one hundred thousand miles
Very still
His spaceship knew not which way to go
So, he just kept going, reciprocally.
Out of decorum and selfless love
That delivered them both,
To misery.
Forevermore to visit
Only in their dreams
Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.
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