The hardest thing I ever did Was taking the stage after you died As an immortal impish spirit Flirting between two fictions Yearning for the ephemerality Of physical metaphysical love It was all I could do to keep myself Together with a straight crooked face Twirling around until a straight line Appeared tearing the fabric of Her dress as the curtain falls called Us out onto the stage to accept That we will never immortal be But players upon the stage singing The sound of no note not one iota Could bring the idea of me back to you Because you are immortal now aren’t you And I face immortality alone and then some Other face if I were not upon the stage I would let you let me enter exit through me And all that is through our revels ended And midnight came all too soon and late
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