The Play Poem by Joseph Teo

The Play



She asked if I was tired,
I said I wasn't
I lied.
Loving you is tiring.

I see your face,
My heart sings each time I do.
But your smile,
It hangs there
And your voice,
That sweet melodious voice
It's not in the air.

I am a fast runner,
But I couldn't catch you.

My arms they're fast,
They weren't able to embrace you.

My voice, it's loud,
Why can't you hear me?

And when I am able to,
The play ends.
A play ticketed by time.
The priceless luxury which is restored every night.

What pain is a sore eye
When your face is plastered on mine?
Closing it hurts so bad
Because I know how the play ends,
Waking up into just another day without you.

Each time I lay on my bed I try
To talk to God
Although the urge to think about you is so heavy.
I end up praying for you.
And that is when the play begins
All over again.

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