In the spotlight


in the spotlight

when you forget

the words

to your favourite song

a murmur starts to grow

“What’s taking so long?”

But for the life of you

you can’t remember

what’s going on

so your mind drifts

to places now seemingly

less occupied than before

the tress start to grow

and then the flowers

and then the birds

a yellow lily has bloomed

it looks just like the love

I had seen before it died

but the windows in your eyes

open only when you’re cold.

The light moves away

my words struggle

the applause fades away.

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