The Performance

You told me why you had to leave.

You mapped it out in the humid air.

I acted like I couldn't perceive

the reason why you wouldn't be there.

Your hands moved like you were weaving a cage

of logic I already knew by heart.

I asked you again to explain the stage

where we finally had to pull apart.

I played the fool to keep the sound

of your voice vibrating in the room.

Just ten more minutes on this ground

before I sink back into the gloom.