From: creative-archive@anxst.com
Subject: A Foolish Game
Date: Fri, 25 Jul 1997 13:35:31 -0700 (PDT)

name = Amy Mitchell
email = DrkSkyz@aol.com
title = A Foolish Game
story = A Marcus/Susan poem

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I confess again to the stars all that is penned up within the walls of my heart
The words tumble softly from me in the darkness,the brilliance of space the only light I can bear
A sad tale of unrequited love and desire echoes in my ears
Perhaps this ritual prevents me from going completely mad
As my silence burns like acid through my soul
I convince myself it is simpler this way,
To speak of love to the vastness of space
Than to risk showing her the contents of my heart
Only to have her walk away forever

Tonight is different
The ache refuses to subside
Hours pass before I can accept the glaring truth
Loving her in silence is no longer adequate, if it ever was
And for the first time since she stole my heart,
I am at peace
We are not children
The time for foolish games has passed

The door to her quarters slides open before I have the chance to turn back 
My resolve falters for amoment beneath her expectant gaze
Then the torrent is released
I sound like a madman
She stands silently, eyes growing wide at my lovelorn confession
How I need her, want her, love her
That she completes my soul and has given me the strength
To forgive myself for being alive

When at last I have said my peace, I turn to leave
Certain I have said too much
Not wanting to wait around for "Let's just be friends."

Her hand softly grabs my arm
She turns me to face her
Her eyes are brimming with unshed tears as she pulls me close
"I love you too" escapes her lips in a hoarse whisper

Finally, we are done with foolish games
And my soul has come to life