Final

"You are everything to me..."

- these are not just pretty words
whispered at the pinnacle of ecstasy.

I sit here, surrounded, encompassed,
encased in my glass,
and I begin to plot
how to be there,
that day,
that time,
that chance.

In my dream,
you asked me to choose
right now, right here,
to go with you
or to lose you forever, this time.

I delved further,
beyond the realm of fantasy
into divorce,
every person with a grievance,
every moment of agony,
and each excruciating scrutiny
to come.

I picked you.

I'd pick you again and again and again.

And now, I have this chance -
one last chance,
and I don't know how,
but I begin to change reality
to suit me going to you...

I want it,
and if I don't get it,
this will be my end.