I play a scene, at sea in mime,
Alone, notwithstanding your scent,
One breeze coughing yesterday’s dawn,
One quote from a raindrop’s comment.
I sense your shadow on stage left,
Cloaked in black, a silence of voice,
The show as I, as I sing eyes
closed to choice, eyes divorced of choice.
Close the curtain on love – Broadway,
Unplug dim lights and birth your black,
I walk away as one – no one,
A quote from a tongue, in my back.