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Latest revision as of 04:32, October 6, 2019

Note: This is a 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,

I realize...

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 presence there--was ever there. As if it so....

And oh! I do not wish to seem redundant--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 now to me,

"But why am I in darkness here in this soliloquy?"

You see your story hasn't ended, as told to you--my friend,

It barely is beginning now, in time to say...

....The End

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