Love is a Stage

Love is a Stage
It's time to put on your face again...
Don't forget the eyes. Never forget the eyes.
You've got to look beautiful for them, they are all watching what you will do next.
Come into the light, it's time for your performance.
You have forgotten your lines.
The spotlight is on you, and it's burning your skin. The rest of the stage is black.
Fumbling blindly. Unaware of the old moldy floorboards, the layout of the stage, the voices, the eyes, all watching.
This is not what you rehearsed! The scenarios seem foreign, trying to keep up with the actions and dialogues, a hundred faces watching.
You beg for it to be over, just to leave. The spotlight is getting brighter but the faces are getting darker, until the only thing you can see is there black glistening eyes.


Run.
Flee the building, stage door exit. The rain runs your makeup. The sodium street lights guide you home.
You wonder as you change out of your costume...
"did they applaud me?"
But there's no time for that, you have another performance tomorrow.
And the next day and the next day and the next.
Love is a stage. It's time for all of us to play our part. And maybe someday, someone will write a comedy.

Lydia