there's a place called `Fruition' on the corner of your street
and i woke to find a note suggesting that's where we should meet
so i got there at the time you said and found the place was shut
and i don't know if you knew that this would happen then or not
it's a poem so appalling that i hardly dare to write it
it's a sign so overwhelming that i can't begin to fight it
all the love we never shared is just a fading apparition
that conspires to ensure we never make it to `Fruition'.
Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers