Curtain Call

There is nothing you’ve laid out for me 

that would trap my sharpening eyes

as my vision tunnels down to you 

history is played back for me

What was once through the part of a broken hearted misfit sister

is now from that of a grateful loving daughter

How twisted it became, the little play we wrote and cast 

Dressed it up, passing everyone their masks 

And at the time it helped us breathe 

assigning roles and lines for every part to speak at their own allotted time

Letting ourselves believe we had control

because we knew everything about everything

Clever playwrights constructing their dull grey world

with rules to match our black and white

Only we misery could control the company

But as light came trickling in and the curtain slowly fell

you desperately clung to this sad act

while I applauded our fine show

eagerly grabbing for my coat because I knew it was time to go

 Exiting onto a quiet side street of reality

 I let out a small sigh of relief

 thankful it was all make believe

And now I am begging you to come outside 

walk me home where everyone is waiting to hear you’ve grown

broken through your one way window to see we’re all on the other side 

aching to love you 

after years of being passed over for self-constructed slights

Because on the path of my one track mind I cannot see you out in front 

and it cripples me to know that if I glance over my shoulder  

you’ll still be waiting for the encore

But the show cannot go on

for at the final curtain call you will take your bow with no one there to know