The Show Can't Go On

A Poem by Andrea

Act One, Scene One of a classic tale of romance...and the star of the play is missing.

The curtains are closed,
the audience remains lifeless,
the show cannot go on.

The script i have written
is much more than a play,
it would have been the story of us.

A story never to be told.
A performance never to be seen;

for the passion between us now
is only as real as
the ghost upon the stage.

With your phantom light beaming.
I find myself blinded.
Oh, how I hate your light-

Brighter than the sun,
and too hot to the touch.
I find myself burned,

but when darkness falls
I miss the way you illuminate
my dying theater stage.

Where the setting is placed
and the parts have been dealt,
but you, my star,
never showed up.