The Backup

The happiest smile with an ending of blissful tales

And the dimmest sleep in the darkness of their demise;

When the unspoken word is the loudest

And the unwanted is oblivious to their game.

To trust in fidelity where ghosts are none

But the passage of the past that still rumbles through

The crowd that stands still in the ovation of an idea,

And the end of all instincts when all is proven well.

If intuition had a speech of its own,

And if time were to translate all that wanders,

Then pain would be avoided when hearing to caution:

“Do not date one who has not let go of their past.”

The calls and the hopes, the heart’s lament had spoken

But none should have it heard between the crying passions;

For only a back-up could try in solitude to bring it light

And still feel alone in the crowded space of the one desired.

Be the plan to succeed and overcome the obstacles that appear,

Overwhelming all impossibilities and hopelessness of truth;

The matter of all that stands between the concrete and the ideal

Are the facts that you might just be “plan B”.

In truth it be told that all is swell in the cold,

That beauty lies in the depths of illusions

But darkness falls in the abyss of the broken hearted.

Trust your instincts, trust your heart, trust your soul.