Where?

Where?

Where do we stand?

Or the gates of happiness?

Or the depths of despair?

Oblivion take us?

Or angels lift us on golden wings?

Will we fade slowly and apart?

Or die wrapped tightly in each others arms?

I’m confused,

I thought you were different.

But maybe, just maybe,

You’re exactly the same.

The others were jerks,

No doubt about that.

But I guess you are too,

To pull that rabbit out of the hat.

It appeared out of nowhere,

And reared its ugly head.

I’d don’t want to let you go,

To come back and find you dead.