Neither the highs nor the lows

Neither the highs nor the lows
But the moments in between
That are our undoing—
The long, long waits, hope churning, fear swirling;
The void beneath the desires;
The tedium belying the rage;
The uncertain speculations of your thoughts.

I can only hope
The lights won’t be too harsh
And the shadows diffuse enough
For us to go on pretending
That the knight and the dragon are not one and the same.