the lights dim.

i take my place backstage. 

the door opens 

as the first scene begins. it is one of two scenes i am not in. 

careful with the curtain, 

i lean forward to see who has come in. 

it is not you; it’s him and a friend.

the performance continues. the door remains closed.

my heart keeps pounding in my chest. it has been locked tight since you left.