Centre Stage

As I stand on the stage

lights flash

and I am blinded

by the brightest spotlight that follows me.

My ears pick up the sounds

of people cheering me on,

enthusiastic clapping,

I am flattered.

The performance continues forever

and I effortlessly go on and on,

without any misstep.

I block out all of my senses and thoughts

except for one:

I am unable to stop thinking of you,

certain that you are thinking of me as well

even though you might be feeling cold and alone.

It’s a shame that life had different plans for us two,

that destiny was too cruel and locked you oustide.

Don’t worry darling,

I will come looking for you

the moment that I bow myself out of the stage.

 

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