THE DRESS REHEARSAL
Our eyes barely met when I took him
to Gate 4, and left him
with a frozen kiss before walking away
without a backward glance.
I only remember those ice cold lips,
no warmth, no tears, no feeling,
except one of relief
that my persecutor was gone.
My step became lighter,
no need to worry about dark moods,
sulks, and sudden outbursts of rage
that struck like a cobra.
Leaving me to wince away
wondering what on earth had I done
to fuel such rage, when all I ever did
was love him.
And in the morning light
on a dust kissed veranda
I knew I could not stay,
and live a lie.
How it came to this
simply didnít matter any more,
for reality took her bow
and left me to audition for the real world,
knowing that there would be no curtain call
of unconditional love,
for it had whisked its way up into the Gods
and left the building.
But waiting in the wings
was the promise of a better life,
and the welcome that only those
who truly know how to love can give.