Heart Shaped Stage Poem by Brian Freeman

I lust for love as I think back to the times when I used to love lust.
I speak of love as if its familiar -
it's foreign like a country not yet ventured to.

I speak the language fluently, though.
An unrequited monologue center stage under the bright lights of a twin-less flame.

If only she was in the audience.

The vacant auditorium is ghostly and I the lone spirit.
The haunted sounds of my voice reverberate of the walls in a loveless arena.

Turn off the stage light.
Let's not waste the captured sun on a solitary soul.

I'll sit on the stool and wait for her presence.
My love is a performance rehearsed to an inexperienced perfection.

I thought I heard the door open once, thought she was finally on her way inside. The stage light shone on her seat as I anticipated her arrival. I heard the door close, but no footsteps after. Maybe it was my imagination.

Or maybe she's just not ready to see me.