LONE ACTRESS...

Closing the chapter that is you,
Been writing this tale too long,
Two roles,
But all I see is one.
The acts and scenes,
Nothing but acts and sins,
Committed in lust,
While love should have been the main theme.

Directors of motion not our hearts,
But ambitions on your path yet known to me,
Head that way while I head this way,
In a bid to find ourselves together on the common ground that is life.

I'm standing here,
Holding the ball of love,
Ready to play catch with you.

But I keep turning and turning,
And waiting,
But all I see is trees.
I see shadows.
I feel fear.
My breath so abrupt.
I do not understand what is going on.
My whole world is in circles.

My book,
It's tearing to pieces.
I keep holding it together,
But I'm unsuccessful on my venture.

I can't see you.
It's getting cold.
I'm getting cold.
My pen is drying up.
With what am I to write?
With whom am I to act?

Scenes flash before me,
Of the aside I did not note,
While I switch to a mature role,
You declare another role,
To the actress that is not me.

I walk back from behind the scene,
And demand back my role,
But you are a million miles away,
Though I hold your hand.

My instinct warns me of a forthcoming storm,
Guard my heart it says.
Bear my pen and paper,
Out of the woods I ride.
It's time for new casting.