This is the SEQUEL to Fancy Meeting You Here, so go read that one first.
This isn't life
This silver scale; I see before my eyes
and Hail the Gods above the sky
Who live beyond my longing Why's
So certain I expected you to be
Although this tale is hesitantly told to you from me
So maybe with some confidence--and confidentiality
I will retell the tale I told---to you, and you to me.....
It was one fateful autumn day, this story I recount
The day that I AWAKE, awoke, and such is how I found
That you, to me, were very pleased to learn of how it sounds
When I surprise your dignified attempts to hold your ground.
Again! Again! This story here is worded vague and slipping
I'm sorry friend it seems as though my concentration's dipping,
Forgive me though, you soon will know my feelings plain and gripping
--But understand, I do not wish for this to sound...acquitting
You see, this tale from you to me begins as you should know
You ran away and in the day returned and looked below
And lo, you find that I am gone with nothing left to show-
-my presense there--was ever there. As if it so....
And oh! I do not wish to seem reduntant--as you find
I actually was hiding there and simply out of sight
You lay back on the bed again and put me out of mind
....Turn off the lights, and dim the brights, and wish to me goodnight.
That much you know,
and as I'm sure you're saying know to me
"But why am I in darkness here in this soliloquy?"
You see you're story hasn't ended, as told to you--my friend
It barely is beginning now, in time to say...