Shadows bruise the walls

Of a hollowed theatre;

There's red rags all over the stage,

And tentatively swinging curtains,

Unsure of whether they should be open on the drama

Or closed for privacy.

Her shoes make too much noise,

The floorboards wince.

She holds her pain like a screaming child.

He is a silent mime;

Contortionist of hearts;

Terrfied of crushing a delicate kiss

With clumsy words.

She gives him her best stage whisper.

"I am always,

Brutally,

Crucially,

Emphatically,

Dramatically

Yours."

Exit downstage.

The script ends there.