Happily Ever After

When I think of him He is all consuming  I try not to I try to pull away I try to deny my feelings I try to make excuses I cannot bear my jealousy I cannot bear the importance of it The intrinsic spiritual meaning The scope and grasp and severity of it The fact that we are central to the story Told before the world's prying eyes Living life in the open Is a new and thrilling event I still try to hide anywhere I can In the arms of strangers In my imagination In my intuition In the wide open spaces of anonymity  In the fading but tender memories In the expressions of emotion from others There have been times I have lost all hope There have been times I have been angry With him and with myself The rush of emotion is so strong Where is our happily ever after? Where is our peace? In the pages of books? In the news? On the stage? In the background events? In the silent moments when we perceive ourselves and our own thoughts and the thoughts of others?