Encore No more thinking of you and all the things you do The places that you occupy and times you never knew Just how close you have been So lucky to be missed With courage left in short supply and pride low on the list Pride set low for stumbles I never took the fall Yet still my world it tumbles With every curtain call Random times you show yourself Through data, flesh and blood Ghosts of you, both old and new Just rush back in a flood Washed through with the deluge The fantasies return and through a coward's dialogue Internal pages burn Scorched a sickly yellow stripe Before they can be read Aloud by other ears, heard A script locked in my head A tale that will not be told A cast left undisclosed Narrated, faded ink, less bold With questions left unposed Thrown out from a hectic stage An audience not there Performances, long tired, frayed An active mind too scared Afraid of honest answers Of an outcome, bad reviews Who needs second chances, when the first one isn't used? and now the final curtain falls This pantomime is done Waiting for a fool's applause To start another run For now the show has run its course The ghost has left the room No more thinking of you … we'll catch up sometime soon |