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I came upon the terrace

Such a place I'd always been

And found two seats a-waiting

For me and a face I've never seen


It happened on a day

Such as I would never think

Could ever bear such fate

Could bring me closer to the brink


To travel to this place

A common hike, no more, no less

Would make a man question

And leave a frown for the impress


The prologue was quite different

A bitter and swiftly dancing blade

Dug trenches in the soul

And wrenched heart cleaved in twain


The twists of such occurrence

Left a man with no little scathe

A broken back that carries

The weight of what was taken 'way


For scenarios and circumstance

Doors open or close somewhere deep

But inside the halls of this story

One man has flung away the key


Yet from somewhere and someone

Came the cryptic invitation

Slipped simply and discretely

'Neath the fastened frame of desolation


"What is this?! What does it mean?

A beckoning of return?

I'll find them yet, the wayward sender

For a nameless longing in me burns!"


There it was, the trail ahead

Still bloodied, sorrow-drenched

Yet more violence and less fear attend me

Than when once before I went


Remember upon my telling

About the doors of somewhere deep?

The hardest one was now prying open

And something now out began to creep


"Show yourself you friend or foe

I'll ready take you now!"

As rage and intrigue met

But coexist they knew not how


A crazed display I quickly made

With expectations unfulfilled

And collapsing by my memory

A slumber in me instilled


I next awakened to friend

Proclaimed once as ever was

Like a familiar ambiguity,

You know the things remembrance does


Conversing was the tool

That dug out the crux of it

The things I kept came as a flood

My levee of silence now broken bits


I questioned as a child

The answers that I sought

And wrestled with my mind

The small capacity of thought


"Why did you make it happen

Why did you have to leave?"

"The things you take to be true

Are only what you perceive"


"The pain is so incredible

One that I bear alone"

"The suffering you have kept

Cuts me too, deeper than you know"


"What more must I do?

What else do I have to give?"

"Until you let old things die,

You will never truly live"


Truth has arms of words and actions

That can shock with their embrace

Especially when all your tangles

They slowly make unlaced


Things happened and were spoken

That enabled me to see

Though devil wage against me still

A constant enemy was me


My friend is quite proficient

At his trade of carpentry

For with hammer, nails, wood, and blood

He did well-mend the broken me


Time for bidding our farewells

Was a non-existant art

For though my friend I could not see

I knew he'd never from me part


Yet seeing is a fault of mine

This truth I admit with grace

Though my friend had long been before me

I looked not in the right place


It happened on a day

Such as I would never think

Could ever bear such fate

Could bring me closer to the brink


I came upon the terrace

Such a place that I call home

And found two seats a-waiting

For me and a face I've always known