I miss it

what i do when i'm bored backstage.

I miss it

That causal way

We touch each other

In any place it would seem

Like a boyfriend and girlfriend

The way we giggle together

And smile at each other.

Resing a head on a shoulder

Is an innocent gesture

An arm around the waist

It means nothing to us

Or…almost nothing

Sometimes, those simple touches

That darting glance

A flirtaious half-smile.

They turn into something more

And it’s wonderful

When you find someone like that

But it’s missing that feeling

That’s the hardest part

It’s like, people who aren’t in theater

They don’t really understand it

But it’s not that hard

You spend so much time with people

That you get so comfortable with them

Almost anything goes

Almost.

When I graduated and left high school

I didn’t think things would change this much

But it did

Things here are so much more cliquey

And I find myself missing those times

When pressing against someone else in the dark

Could turn into a stolen kiss when the lights went down

Places may change and people may change

But there are some things always remain the same.