The Singer He Loved Poem by Dylan Attard

Stagelights set in across her face,
As the audience hushes and she takes her place.
Before the crowd of but a few;
Thousand.
Her smile lights up the stage more then any shadow could dim.
And he stands in the crowd wishing she sung that song just to him.
Like she did long ago on a city bus home.
But shes seen the world now, she's came and conquered Rome.
But the mind drifts back to that dry dusty road,
And the lyrics that were once his special ode,
Her voice fills his ears as he listens.
Her voice draws up tears and they glisten.
Her voice calls to him, yet she can never know.
That he has lost her already and is too scared to go.
She searches the crowd from her stool way up high,
Guitar in her hand she is singing out why,
Their love never lasted and how it was him,
Who took it away.
So he stands in the crowd and he starts to sway,
Lighter in hand, burning the day,
Sinking back into his seat as he falls, softly singing those words,
The lines he recalls,
The lyrics he wrote back when he was still hers.
Wondering if she ever thought about him,
As she sung out those words,
When the stage lights turned off and it starts to dim.
He misses her now more then she will ever know,
This is why, my dear friends, he never misses her show.