The Stage

I stand upon the wooded stage,
ranting on my monologue,
that has worn out so long ago.

No one cares to listen,
No one takes notice at all.

Buried deep within the crowd,
float your captivating eyes,
I feel them turn my way,
I feel their attentive embrace.

This is a moment unexpected,
a moment I've been waiting for,
quite some time.

It is now that I shall take my leap,
leaving this stage behind forever,
I should have done it years ago,
but it is frightful with no one watching.

My body will soon leave this suppressive platform,
when I jump I hope only that you'll still be looking.

I am in mid-air towering above the crowd,
as a begin to fall I wonder why I have not done this sooner,
it feels so right, so perfect.

Then I notice you eyes have lost interest,
you brush your hair away from them,
and begin to leave.

With them you take your delicate arms,
that I was o-so hoping would catch me,
the arms that would hold me tightly,
and never let me go.

But you are no longer here,
and I shall eat my mistake/my destiny,
it is to late now to bail,
the concrete floor grows only nearer.

As I hit the ground it is not forgiving,
it knows not who I am or my intentions,
in knows only my skull.

My head cracks open with a loud bang,
but still I have gone unnoticed,
for hours I wounder where you have gone,
what better things you have than to catch me.

As the blood-pool swells with every beat of my heart,
I know that although you have damaged my head,
my heart has grown stronger than before.