Oxygen, I
Afire, you
Particular particulate matter, we
Your grey-green eyes, my green, green eyes
This was all that mattered
Dissipated, now
Why
Science and God refuse to explain
Oxygen, I
Afire, you
Particular particulate matter, we
Your grey-green eyes, my green, green eyes
This was all that mattered
Dissipated, now
Why
Science and God refuse to explain
Theater of the absurd
You, an understudy into perpetuity, and not a soul who will say why
Though they know
Sworn to silence by some darkness, by some angel
Enter they, the arena, to take their places, their cues
Applaud, then heckle, then leave without a fight, or even debate

Sitting ignorant alone
The darkened theater of life
Waiting still for the inevitable ending
Where they finally meet and ride away
Together
Having long since fallen
But the screen faded many minutes ago
The credits rolled
When did I look away and not see
Love, of course
I finally hear the brooms
Sweeping away the left-behind
The popcorn and candy and bad dreams
The exit sign flickers as if clearing its throat