Two years, tomorrow,
Uninvited, but in full-knowing,
The day approaches.
And, in my arms I nurse the alternate ending:
Act Two: Scene One:
You live.
All that I would share,
Regretfully, too much time since passed,
Much has transpired.
And, in my mind I believe somehow you achieved.
The End: (no Epilogue found.)
Two years, tomorrow.
Unfortunate. Never able to
Make it up to you.
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