This

It wasn’t supposed to be

like this.

I wanted the other ending,

the one where she stayed.

But

here I am

watching

as this life plays out.

And,

there’s this:

I cannot turn away.

I am spellbound,

riveted-

my mind following the script

like an obedient dog.

I look at the ticket stub

in my hand,

it tells me this:

this place-

this life

is where I’m meant to be.

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