The curtain calls arrive. I hear my audience clap; I see them-- one by one-- abandon the place. The precise signal for me to bow and leave the stage has finally come. My fifteen minutes of fame is over. Now, back to being faceless, hushed, and passive. Back to my swivel chair and tapping of fingers. Back to counting days, back to waiting. Sad to say, such ending is anticipated.
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I gave them the show that they wanted.
They gave me my dream.
It brushes the tip of my fingers,
As if inviting me to hold it
And never let it go.
One small step for me to seize it,
One faint move for me to fall.
*****
Darn.
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Close the door
I feel a breeze
Hold me please
I hate to be alone
It's a cold night
Turn off the light
Take my hand and...
CHORUS
Listen to these things I have to say
Please understand
She left me all alone again
Clear the room
Of every memory
I don't want that song back on
It's an endless maze
Take away this haze
Mend my heart and...
[Repeat CHORUS twice]
Turn away
Don't want you to see me cry
I just want things the way they were
It's so hard to say goodbye
Wipe my tears and...
[Repeat CHORUS]
So this I ask of you
Please stay with me
Until she comes back. Listen.
It wasn't cheating. The intention was crystal clear: it would merely be a meeting of two old friends to celebrate the birthday of the other and to catch up on everything.
And so they went out, grabbed a cup of coffee, and talked for two hours. There was an exchange of good laughs, something that has probably been missing for the past several weeks. It was as if they had gone back to the old days when things were quite messy and crazier but way simpler. Then, they called it a night and left a casual kiss. And that was it.
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THAT WAS REALLY iT. Yet, the guilt is somehow troubling. Why is there such guilt in the first place?
