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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