My Malady

Left with a blank page

as he stands upon the empty stage

In the beaming spotlight blaring

I stare at him, my soul is tearing

apart

Waiting still, but no words does he impart

Forgot his lines, the actor on the stage

I am left with my steeping rage

that has reduced to anger, then deep sadness

Then twisted hope as I wrangle with the madness

that has become my malady

Now it's deeper in the daily place with my soul mentor

In the relationship I was only a renter

of the space he gave so reluctantly

The songs that were ours are now painful memories

of what may never be.... the bitter truth of my malady

The show must go on...."hey, buddy, break a leg"

We must not curse the production while we are in the dregs

As the climactic scene draws near,
the audience hushes

All I can hear
is my heartbeat in my ears as it vibrates and rushes

His grand moment has come....the words must be said

Alas, nothing flows from his mouth, his lines are dead

The dead words live within me.... my malady

Ah, as it goes, the show got dropped and so did I

I can't forgive him and get clear if I don't know why

he chose to flee the role as leading man...perhaps he got bored

When they hand out the statues, he will receive no award

and I will be left with unspoken lines in the from of a ticket stub

the paper trail of my malady