solisis

No less calm as he steps to the side. His usual practice. His usual stride. Taking a bow as he fades to the sound of the gears. Like they say in ballet its the point of the shoe- from the waves in her voice to the blank of the shrewd- you tell me that it sucks but its somewhere better than here. And as I turn my goodbye as I normally do. A slight oscillation. A moment too soon. A stallion unleashed on a path never breaking a tear.
They say its the end and they say were the few. The last known believers, the last with a clue. To not let it go without fighting the mouth of the bear. As I show you my back as I open the door- you stand your emotions. You drop to the floor. You want so desperately to reach what is better than here. Then you close your last kiss with a blow to the ground as I notice the gesture, I make not a sound. The disease you face is one I am all too aware. When they say loves the purpose- when they say loves the fuel, when they say dont give up, when they say love is true- I will hear not a word as I know love is never the cure. So goodbye my princess, I whisper again. To myself everyday, to myself till the end. Till the day we can both look back on whatever was there.