A Waltz

Away, from all the possible realms of my being that ever existed
You will find me,
Sitting outside the white door
That leads to the black void
And ponderingIf I loved you enough
And waiting
For you to prove me right
To prove ‘us’ right.
Because,
After the strings have been pulled
And after our limits have been pushed
I will take with me nothing..
But the promise
Of holding hands while jumping into the void
A single step
And a single waltz
Into the continuums of oblivion.

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