I didn’t write this script.
I was running with scissors and I tripped
and I guess I cut out the last scene;
the one where the boy gets the girl and the whole world rejoices
and when he looks back at all of his choices,
he smiles.
The “happy ever after”,
full of love, life and laughter
was in my grasp, so close, I could feel it,
like that apple high on the tree that I had to climb to reach.
And when I skinned my heart and skinned my knee,
I fell to earth once more to see
the sun setting on a life like mine
where love grows wild
like clementine.


About michaelpoetry

I was born in Labrador (Happy Valley, to be exact ... isn't that a great place to be from?)
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