She smiles and he grins,
Wrapping dusty hands round her
tiny waist and she just laughes as he
tries to impress
her and I'm standing in the
dark aiming the spotlight in their general
direction and I'm
staring through plexiglass
helplessly banging and screaming and crying
as they fall in love.


And why am I so damn
protective of them
anyways?
But subconsciously I already know that I'm
just trying to protect her from the fall
that only I can see and I
am running to get under her
to catch her when she falls.


Honestly, I hope that they keep me
waiting forever
alone in a plain of dust and
tears as their smiles are worn by little children with
blonde curly hair and big blue eyes.
I can see them as easily as the other ones I'd imagined -
the ones with brown wavy hair, tall, with green-gray-hazel eyes.
But they'll never exist,
never know life as someone
murdered them cooly in the
little free time I wasted on hope.

~*~*~*~ the amethyst has risen ~*~*~*~