It seems to me now
That this story
Has reached a crux
And I don’t know
Where it will go.
There are so many
Paths it could take.
There’s the version
Where one of them
dies,
The version where
they all die,
And the version
Where the good guys
win,
The invaders are
defeated, and
True love conquers
all.
Nobody dies in that
one.
There’s the
alternative
Universe, where
He’s really an alien
And the rest are
zombies
And they eat one
another’s brains.
There’s the one
where they all
Learn to do magic
And lay down their
lives
Fighting the enemy.
And the universe
where
They never meet at
all.
There’s the story
where
Love is true, but
it’s
Unrequited, or
Unwise, or
unwittingly ill-given;
There’s the love
Between friends,
between
Siblings, between
lovers, comrades,
Like-minds, and
Between those who
can
Never even
touch. There’s
Love, and there’s
death.
These are all
stories.
Maybe in ours
No-one is ever going
Even to speak
The first line of
the play.
Maybe this story is
all
Pinteresque silence,
Blindness and
regret.
Or maybe this will
be
The one where all my
scenes
Were cut, or the one
Where you and I
Were written out
Before rehearsals
began.
I’m waiting
I’m waiting for my
cue
But I don’t know the
scene we’re in
Or what part anyone
plays.
I don’t know if you
Will fight at my
side
Or put up your sword
and
Turn away in
embarrassment.
I don’t know if my
friends
Are the heroes or
the enemy,
Or even the zombies.
I’m lost in here
And the story rolls
on.
Is this the way it
ends, then?
The crux of the plot
A crucial scene
Between the
characters
Who matter; the
commanders
Their
captains-at-arms, and
You, their champion.
And I sit in the
back room
Worrying, and am
Forgotten about
While others nurse
the heroes’ wounds
After the battle is
won.
It seems to me now
This story could go
Completely off the
rails
Or come home happy
Or, just end.
Who knows? – but
All I want now is
Just to get it over
with.
So leave me alone,
in peace
Let me turn the
pages
And see.
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