Always enchantments br falling from your lips. br br Orpheus...Eurydice br made real br br made from the nearness br of your breath...a kiss. br br I cry unashamedly each time br Orpheus looks back & br Eurydice is lost br br ...to his hysterical heart. br br I ask for this story endlessly. br Each time promising I br won’t cry &...I cry. br br Scream: “No! ” br as if Orpheus can hear me. br br Each time believing that br Death can be cheated br br & wailing: “Why? ” br br Years later the bus crash br (the story, Death invented) br br turns me into Orpheus br you into Eurydice. br br I search endlessly for your kiss br the nearness of your breath br ...that smile. br br The story... br ...falling from your lips. br br Morning shatters br the dream br br the ghost of your voice smiling: br br “Shhhh...shush...that’s just br ...the way the story goes.