We are both aware of how
The story ends—
The prince leaves the fox,
And that’s all there is.
We’ve read it,
And loved it,
And held it in esteem—
Despite knowing the fact
That all things come to an end.
Through all of the late nights,
Both in transit and here,
We kept trying to define
What drew us so near.
Dancing to January,
And prancing through graveyards,
Lifting our voices
And drinking Hopelandic.
You asked how to tame me
And I didn’t answer—
But you made it happen,
Which both scared me and thrilled
me.
There’s so much that’s happened
And so much held suspended,
I need all your fear as I
Navigate this ending.
I want this, I want you,
But not the way it has been.
We need something more
To remain more than friends.
I’ve loved you,
I’ve loved you,
And I’ve loved you
Some more.
But where did that get us?
To this impasse on the floor.
Wake yourself up
And be ready to fight me.
We’re not coming back to this
Place where we’re swaying.
We’ve both been good at
Sweating the small stuff,
But let’s not forget
What got us here in the first
place.
You saw a wild fox,
And you wanted to tame her.
She resisted at first,
But then the changes were subtle.
You used to shout from your
Windows to the wind.
At the thought that this
Fox could be falling for you.
The fox loves the prince,
And the story unfolds,
But let’s look for a minute at the
Less often told.
The prince leaves the fox
After finally taming.
The fox is quite brave,
But can’t keep from wailing.
I have a question,
For my little prince.
Are we telling a story?
Or writing our own?
Do we let someone else
Write the end of this tale?
We must decide now
Whether to stay or to bail.
