The Screen of Life
I sit alone and gaze at the screen of life
I wonder if he will join me
He says he'll never walk down the aisle
But I imagine he will
I imagine he comes to fill that cold, empty seat beside me
And I watch a show unfold on the screen of piercing blue
A show that only I can see
But a show only he could create
Where we are cast in leading roles
Crucial actors in a plot so drunk with passionate tones
I can't look away
Afraid that to blink would remind me the show never started
And that there beside me
Is still a seat
So empty, so cold
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