More Life for Romeo and Juliet

In this life, the young lover was scammed by the sleazy apothecary—the poison was mere snake-011, and precious seconds more were afforded a young hot-head in that cold, cold tomb, and young Romeo was alive to see the precious eyes of his paramour open with the opportunity for life, for the chance to burn slow in long-lasting temperate life as told by Friar Lawrence, for the chance to grow old with his dear beloved, to watch each other grow old and wise and patient, to come to know themselves in the reflection of each other's mirroring eyes... The young snarl and roll their eyes at the tale, at the portrayal of such stupidity in the world: "Surely, it can't be so... The rest of us, all holding onto so much pain of lost love, like the frayed heavy tomb interring pages of a play, we know, we hate that we know, we would rather not, rather play the fool, say, "Tis but a scratch,' like gentle Mercutio...but we know...tis enough. Twill serve. Find us tomorrow, or tomorrow, or tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. We've come to the stage for so long, that quivering light on this dark spinning globe, shaking in the cold, we appear like ghosts to haunt a memory playing out over and over, providing a glimpse, a reprieve, for a moment, of a time when we loved like you do my sweet ones, when scar tissue suffocating hearts was less than the seed of a dream. Hold this candle of yours, hold each other in your arms, raise each other and never betray each other, I implore you—do not write tragedy in your soul that you aren't willing to carry in your belly like poison or a blade for the rest of your life.