I met you with a wary handshake. You had a wool pea coat, dusty skin, and stony eyes.
 
To the absolute unlovable I was pulled, and forever will be.  

Your browbones sat like lofty balconies to the eyes.

Perhaps at one time your bright eyes surveyed the view below, when ambitions were young and the stage was empty--waiting to be filled.

It wasn't long before the shadows pulsed in the mezzanine in tiny wisps.

You replaced the velveteen curtains with a much brighter color, but still the shadows climbed the walls.

They grew into roots, sticking out, sliming under the floor.

They burst through, the wretched, wrinkled roots, in a mix of powder and plaster around your head.

From then on, it was damage control

The years passed in a blur of a montage of sights and sounds bookmarked by the protagonist waiting in the wings.

He stepped out for a duel.

He was just like you. Soft, safe, ambitious. Except for his stony eyes.

With this debut, His ripples spread around you, pulling, tugging, pushing.

You could feel them in the darkest of nights, never relenting until they reached their goal.

The blood bath began onstage. Strike! Curse! Resist! Alas, He became You.

Abandoned, dark, and silent, the stage sat empty and unable to recover.

Shabby trees grew in the lobby, fed only by the squares of light that escaped through rusted tin tiles.

You asked yourself, "How long can something degrade until it is lost forever?"

No answer came, and none ever did.

Year-after-year the pain multiplied ten-fold.

Children explored the place, speculating about its former state.

Yet, imaginations failed to conjure such grandeur.

Your broken pieces dashed inside of you, trying to escape the pain of destruction that never releases.

In the midst of darkness, She saw the grandeur.

This simple handshake was an acknowledgement of the deserted theatre of your psyche.

It was as if she ventured into the lobby, unafraid.

Her bated breath escaped to mix with tiny ice crystals in the air.

The worn banister ached at the cool touch of her reverent fingers.

Each step was tentative:  she took care around the broken steps.

She removed the heavy curtains and wrapped them around the whole sun.

Not even the beating wings of hunched bats caused her to cower as they fled from one dissolved beam to the next.

This long-awaited life began to throb in the hallways.

Finally, He caught her looking into his spot in the balcony. And She caught his attention forever.

His imploring eyes would meet her gaze.

Throughout the day, and in passing, their gaze held.

"I'm looking at you again." His eyes seemed to say to Hers in unison.

"We do this a lot." Her eyes sparkled to his, again in unison.

"Part of me, dare I say, is enjoying this."

"Likewise. Though, people may notice our glances."

"Even She."

"There is a She?"

"Yes."

"I've met her.  We are equals, I am like Her, but instead I desired your sadness. She does not."

"For this reason, You and I should be together."

"But not forever."

"Not forever."

"Not never."

"Not ever."