Curtain Call
I offered you a handwritten letter
but you had no interest in words penned for posterity
My love for you was an embarrassment
something relegated to the shadows
not shared with the world
Everyone knows anything not given regular sunlight
withers and dies
but that never concerned you
Unbeknownst to me you were an agent
auditioning a whole chorus of girls for your ego show
and I hadn’t made the cut