#77) Definite Denial

They all say, just let it go; as if I never even tried

They advise me, forget what was, and accept our love has died


Petty consolation prize, a proffered drink of real

To wash away the lingering touch of hope I dare to feel


As I contemplate grim reveries, my thoughts trip over you

And again I find myself thus floored, declaring it’s not true


That you and I, no longer us, no longer we will be

That now the after ever won’t be spent so happily


Well blast the awful fairytales!

Those fake princes and their charms!

Who needs a magic genie’s lamp or shiny wishing stars?


I charge them all to tell me now, let go and to forget

As if I’ll truly back away and let this be just it


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