Man on the stage.
All eyes on him.
He has a way with people.
Occasional glances,
Watching.
Can he finally see what she always saw?
Singer.
Sing.
Recognize.
Lady in the back corner.
Ears wide open.
She has a fondness for words.
Listening--
Intently.
Did he bury any trace of her in his songs?
Singer.
Sing.
Remember.
Together again admist the empty crowd.
Thick silence between them.
Everything she had hoped to hear.
Nothing he had offered to say.
Beginning of another end or end of another beginning?
Singer.
Sing.
Repent.
Show's over.
Swaying silhouettes begin to disperse.
Exit sign brightly lit on a
Two way street of stubbornness.
Are you vain enough to think this poem is about you?
Singer.
Sing.
Respond.
