Realization is by far the sweetest of all things.
No amount of money can buy it
when they turn.
Oh when they turn!
Or when you lock eyes you can almost taste it!
A bitterness blooms and fills the room.
Some react with grief,
mostly anger out of desperation.
Because when the jig is up and they finally know,
the curtain lifts and the ghost writer steps forward,
alone.