He dazzles me.
Lights twinkling and sparkling like gems glittering on his freshly pressed suit. It's crisp and perfect, fitting in every way, his coat-tails hiding the pockets that would ruin the illusion. But I don't care.
His mistress greets me proudly, knowing she is the heart, the Gate to it all, but welcoming the strays such as me into the inner sanctum. She's both tall and diminished. Her partner charms all those inside, old and new, yet she above all is in her element and cherished as a mother.
We go out on the town, leaving the silent guardian to stand above us. He shows me the sights and sounds and smells of it all, careful to shuffle all harm away, but I don't care. He dazzles me and I am swept into the spell, the lie, the dream. Night after day, every minute my senses alive to a new opportunity, a new chance. Time flies here and I'm left drunk in all that surrounds me.
Far too quickly our time ends and my wings arrive to transport me. He's out welcoming the new arrivals, so I depart in quiet longing of one. more.
A tear trails a path down my face as I leave everything but the physicalness of me behind. And as I watch him dwindle, I see her, the first and last of him. She stands proud above it all, fading into the dark telling those he's left for new
I'll be here when you return.
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