Escape from the Matinée
I have pondered at length,
Sought to find
Out whether or not
I possess the strength,
The resilience of mind
To be with him.
It cannot last, you know.
It ends in pain
Inevitably.
Why seek out woe
Or try to detain
What will come?
Flee from the Stalls
Before the lies
Before the curtain falls,
The light of day
Harsh on the eyes
Before you lose.
Run!
It is not what I lose
But what I gain
From being with him
That is why I choose:
I will feel pain...
...
For him.
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