Epilogue
(Charming’s Lament)

I can’t decide which is worse:
The days she remembers to love me,
Or the days of disinterest I secretly deserve.
Love is an invitation to madness,
A sublime and wretched dream with no escape.
What would be left of us if we were to wake?
The residue of a life we never intended.
Endlessly second-guessing the minutiae.
Totally ignoring the false premise.
“No regrets,” we say,
Too tired to imagine a happier ending.

I am what I never wanted to be:
An endless stretch of days. Hanging on
Out of duty and a vague sense of curiosity.
Of course I don’t believe the fantasy, either.
I never do what I could when I can.
Totally living down to my potential for cliché.
But I would never leave her alone, after all these years.
She deserves better. And we could do worse
Than love and familiarity.
We’d have to break each other’s hearts
To ever really be ourselves.

It’s the story no Fairy Godmother would ever tell:
The frozen smiles begin to ache after a while.
The dragon’s dead, but the days do drag on.
I guess love is just another castle tower cell.

And long after the sunset fades,
We cling together in the darkness-
Alone together forever after
With our perfect life and the promises that haunt us.

That is the title of the song I will write. You can play it at your ceremony to keep ‘em guessing.

Preferably something that could be played during a wedding ceremony.

Just saying,
That guy