Rendez-vous

It's unethical for me not to love you; pain, has always been the solitary man's sole consort; yet, my demeanor will betray this. Expressions often conceal more than they can reveal; even my suffering is affectionate;and i choose not to express. When we meet again, we'll meet as if we're meeting for the first time; we'll smile, not out of politeness, but out of genuine affection for each other; we'll find ourselves in our childlike universe.

If theatre, the stars will conjure a spectacle, will cajole the winds to orchestrate the resonance felt, deep within.