Centre Stage.
A quiet cough and settle her nerves.
Now a show. Now a Dance.
She speaks with no voice. No sound.
A silent play with a sad end.
I have to sit and watch.
This show isn't hers.
Its danced on strings by someone else's hands.
The broken heart obvious, the smile transparent.
Look at me looking at her.
A fate she knows, she accepts.
I stand and Applaud.
This show was for him.
Lights off.
