the stage lights felt like spurts of heat lightning
shining down upon my weary body.
they wept on the stage and it’s easy to be fake
inside the threshold of a platform that beacons once and once more.
i dreamt i’d be dancing with you, hand in hand, arm in arm,
as the spotlight becomes real amidst my feckless insomnia of present day.
but i lost your precious gaze on that glorious stage
and i missed your tanned hand as you twirled out of frame.
you lived on that stage;
i died on that stage.