[[ scene 1-take a bow]]

Curtains opened
and
upon that stage

intricate snippets,
intimate tidbits
of our life, elaborately played

Onlookers reveled,
envious of our theatrics,
not a single pair of eyes,
that followed our performance, remained dry, ''we'' were all optics craved

memory making moments, stolen
captured,
and to my photographic archives collection,
eternally,
is where they shall be saved

Everyday,
you were my ''feature'',
as I flaunted your portrait,
on my hearts front page

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...as the lights dim
and
with the vanishing of the crowd

The show is over
take a bow...

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Applause echoed throughout the theatre,
crowds roared with excitement

Vulnerable, I went into this, just learning, on true loves stage, what ''fight'' meant

A conveniently forgetful you, continuously forgot your que, so I would gently nudge,
hoping that you'd recall your part

..as the feature actor,
sole captor,
of my heart...

Kindness caused speculation for me
to be viewed as weak

But, within trusts absence, void is truly, into love, taking a leap

I prayed that you'd remember your every pertinent line

You know...the ones, rehearsed in private,
vowing that you would always be only mine

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But it seems,
scripts are unraveling,
and you're ad-libbing now

..the show is over
take a bow..

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That little clip,
That makes the phone line fit,
perfectly in place, secures its hold

..broke off long ago

And so...

Its become as painfully simple as a coin toss as to whether we hit or mis[s]communication

as outer interference takes its torrid toll
and the rejection of bad reception
leaves room, along with open wounds
for mis-interpretations, manifestation

I pinch my fucking fingertips,
tightly around that little plastic clip

and pray to God,
my grasp doesn't slip

Or the trickling of tears, doesn't flood my palms and loosen my grip

But...SHIT!!!

Nervousness, has me starting to perspire

As the other hand clasps phone pressing redial,
to no avail,
my soul is beginning to tire

And I've become hoarse from the strain on vocals leaving voicemails
as my heart keeps screaming its lonely cry

...I
wonder why...

If we're together, a
nd lines threaten to sever
...I feel so very alone

And why you refuse to answer the phone

Loves fool..?
loves guinea pig, loves trial run, tool...?

I gave you all of me...the best...

and all the rest..

til nothing of me was left


and honesty, was all I asked

Hand slips, for one, in a unit of two, to hold on, proves to be, that only me, cant handle the grueling task

and tears fill my eyes as the
chord falls to the floor,
A heart lie neglected
.
....
.
.dis------connected.

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I signed on for nothing more than love,
and in return all I was left with is a battered ego,
shattered spirit,
dismantled soul, broken heart and dreams

...to move on, I know NOT how

..the show is over...baby, take a bow...

we're disconnected and I, too, am logging off now.