after the curtain closes

you cannot believe the flashing lights. And so many people are waiting
to take your pictures. Roses are being thrown at your feet with the
crowd cheering your name. They want more, they crave for more than
what’s being offered. They clap their hands in a rythm, seducing you to
again give the performance of your life…but when the bulbs die down.
after the people have become tired of the noise and the laughter. after
the stage has been cleaned…you go back to your own little self -
euphoric for a moment - but definitely deafened by the silence.  You
ask for sleep but your mind gives you no rest. You clamor for the bed,
but its empitness gnaws at your soul.  Your tandem has left…and your
not on the stage anymore.

The phone rings. You pick it up. And
somehow, that call transcends the distance…but its not enough.  Never
enough. And like the crowd that cheers…you hum the name you long for.
you sing the melody of missing the company. you dance in
loneliness…making yourself sick by sending blank stares at the blank
walls. You are not Sad. But you are not overjoyed. You are
suspended…until the phone rings again.