Her smile is like the moon
Emanating light to those around her,
Bright white
Tonight is the solar eclipse
A shadow overcomes her
She runs behind a curtain smelling of
Mothballs
It hides away her pain
People are wondering where she has gone
The play is about to begin
Charlie isn’t ready
I follow her downtrodden footsteps
The moon is falling
Her tears are sliding past her freckles,
Her figure fades to a blur
I feel her pain but…
The play must go on