nothing more than actors on a stage
and this is our intermission
waiting for the ending
and so we hold onto the beginning
love is our most underused prop
all else we have forgot
i remain on this platform
unstable ground that i fall on
lines quickly erased from my memory
and the persons beside me
soon remove themselves from the set
thousands look on
waiting to see what comes next
but the ending is so far from here
what was once a two person love story
has too quickly become
a one woman stage play
one woman whose tragedy
has not defeated her
one woman whose lonely nights
have not ruined her heart
one woman whose fight for her future
has not left her soul scarred
one woman
whose dramatic ending
lies in the hands of one man…
if only these two actors
were in the same play
and shared the same stage
