If our love was a play
in which role would we be?
A starring one or no lines to say?
Invisible, inconsequential or a must see?
Would there be an opening night?
An encore that would lift the roof?
or are we stumbling over the script
and staring at each other aloof?
No look to cause a shiver
no touch to soften the blow
no kiss to quench the thirst
no words to make me show….
that this silence is scaring me
for it screams the truth evermore
that this show is cancelled
the theater closed it’s door