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Explain, explain—
Speak in words plain.
Your obscure notation
I shan't ascertain.

Explain, explain—
Not in manner profane.
Perhaps we are fated
To speak in vain.
I was once curiously asked:
"Why write poetry?
Does it pay the bills?"

I replied with a smile:
"It does far more than that -
it heals."
I’ll meet you again
Somewhere between now and then
When the marigolds have long died
Where tears have finally dried
How long, we won’t know
For we must wait to reap what we sow
Cobwebs and dust will cover each shelf
No longer will I be myself
Between life and death
I must find you before my final breath
Through soil and stone
Nothing matches the love you’ve shown
Please don't forget about me
Soon, together we shall be
I’ll meet you again
Someday, somewhere between now and then.
When she was quiet
I wept
To ward off the silence

When she screamed
I withdrew
So as not to disturb the sound
I saw an Angel in my dream.
She said she would fulfill any wish I have.
"Should I make you the best ?"she asked.
"No,"said I.
"Just a little better than yesterday.
That will do."
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                                                  ~~~ Act I ~~~


Please look after Theron for me.

                                             How could I possibly do your job for you?
                                                          You better not slack on your duties.

Fiora, the moment is upon us.
He will come to rescue you,
and I will be left behind.
I cherish the memories, but soon,
there will be nothing left of me to hold on to.

                                                            ­                                       Oh, Eamon.
                                                          How could you think such a thing?

It’s the cruel truth I’ve made peace with.
Theron must choose.
One life, one love...
and I know where I stand.
You are his heart.
I am just his shield.
Naturally,
he will save you,
and I must be the sacrifice.

                                                     ­                                         Just his shield?
                                                                ­    Never say that again, Eamon.
                                                   Never forget how deeply he loves you.
                                                                ­        He loved you first, after all.

He loved me first, Fiora,
and I wouldn’t dare forget his care—
even in death,
I’d remember.
But you are different.
The first love of a friend
cannot compare
to the love of his wife.

                                                          ­                      I know Theron's heart.
                                                        It would break him to see you dead.

Yes,
It will hurt him.
And I hate to go.
But at least one of us can stay by his side.
Please, keep him happy.

                                                         ­                                                    …Yes.
                                                                ­                            Yes, it will hurt.
                                                                ­      But he will have the courage
                                                                ­                                    to carry on,
                                                                ­                                          for you.




                                                   ~~~Act II~~~


Theron—why?
Why would you save 𝑚𝑒?

                                You know why, Eamon.
                                                    Without her,
                                    you are all I have left.
                                                   Without you,
                                      I'd have nothing left.

But Fiora was your joy.

                                      And you are my life.

She was your heart!

                                    And you are my soul.

                                                      I loved her,
                                     and I loved you first.
                                                      I loved her,
                                     and I love you more.
                                       She knew my heart.
                                                        Sh­e knew,

                                              That I need you.




                                              ~~~ Epilogue ~~~


                                One cannot understand true love
                       until they have experienced true friendship.

                                          For your truest friend
                                          will be your first love.
                                                     To some,
                                             their greatest love.

                           Romantic or platonic are different hues
                                        of the same infinite light.
                                           Which shines brighter
                                    is a question left unanswered.

                                                    In the end,
                                  love is measured not by its title,
                                   but by the sacrifices it requires
                                        and the truths it reveals.

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I—
  

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  ɪ…
  

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  I—
  

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  𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎­𝑙𝑒
  

  ...
  


  I just—
  

  ...
  


  I—
  

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  𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝
  

  ...
  


  𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭—
  

  ...
  


  𝐈—
        ɪ—
  

  ...
  


  𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑
  

  ...
  


   um—
  

  ...
  


  𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦
  

  ...
  


  ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ
  

  ...
  

  ...
  


 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵—
  


  ...𝙉𝒆𝙫𝒆𝙧𝒎𝙞𝒏𝙙.
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