The production commenced 
with actors on stage 
portraying the love we once had- 
the grasp of her cheek, 
the look in her eyes, 
as he folded over himself 
to make her swoon his way. 

Amongst an empty crowd, 
the curtain’s now drawn, 
the actors have gone home, 
the final act is done, 
it’s time to get on. 

Hanging on for an encore, 
hoping for another show, 
relishing in the memories 
and never letting go, 
I can still feel that soft cheek, 
feel those eyes resting upon me, 
and those chains not letting me free. 

The show’s over 
but it plays on 
relentlessly in the forefront 
of this lover’s mind.