The Fiction Of Real Life. Poem by Dónall Dempsey

We were not lovers...yet.
And yet...we acted as if
we were
...Lovers.

Now that we are Lovers
Life acts to keep us apart.
If this were the Ballet...an Opera...or Art
- it would be great.

But as Life
...it sure sucks.
Wish I could write us
The Happy Ending we
deserve.

Meanwhile Life is just days.
Dazed...you live your life
...as if it were a play.
And although you know the tragic ending
you gotta live it anyway.