The stage lights have come on.
The act is about to start.
So my voice will ring throughout, playing my part.

The doting friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
The past lover that has moved on,
wishing you all the best.

I’m an incredible actor, so I’ve been told.
My voice will not break, nor will I.
But back behind stage there’s tears in my eyes.

I do not want to move on,
although I am forced.
Your smile infects my mind,
and throws me off my course.

I’m a wonderful actor, and so the show will run.
But this is your doing,
leaving me out in the unbearable heat of the sun.