this is not a poem.
this is a revelation. this is the finale. the curtains have been lowered and my makeup has been brushed off. your costume has been removed and i still remember you.
the stage is still stable. there doesn't need applause. i didn't catch anything, but maybe it was there. i haven't been listening because sometimes, i'm too occupied in my own performance.
i saw the dvd. we were higher than mediocre. we were remarkable and quintessential. we were warm and solar and bright and high. we are better now.
all well and done. the love story does not end as expected. acceptance is warm.
you are my best friend.
