you were once the air i breathed,
when did i become polluted, too?

you draw the lines blurry so i have to draw up the curtains.

the one-man show,
with no eyes to see,
and no hearts to witness,
has finally faded into its final bow.

you never had to quit -
you were never part of it.

heard she met a boy with eyes determined like a man.
messy quiff hair, warm fuzzy feelings like a snuggly bear.
soft like her lips, hard like his will.
twin water signs, as if stars aligned.

heard he read her off like an open book,
along the line, somewhere between the lines,
he always knows where she places a piece of herself,
every nook and cranny, familiar traces like the back of her hand.

now there they go,
the faith she would carry and the book he would marry,
becomes the last greatest tale that is now theirs,
to write and tell,
…
and for me to read.