I myself have succumb
fallen victim to excite
somehow went astray
for such was only right,
that I’d eventually do
nothing
that the magic would not be
no trick for bringing back to life
a dead you did not see
an audience of one
a crowd of cannot count
still I among her diehard fans,
had lost her way somehow
a volunteer was asked
thought sure that it was me
in this room of none but us
was still not found to be
instead she picked a picture
a feeling that she had
put on a show for her own idea
asked me to carry bags
I did as so was ordered
I’d never see it clear
even hurt is circumstance
and such could bring me near
I applauded and I cheered
I brought flowers, came again
a show put on a thousand times,
I found impress, without pretend
her tour of feelings was a schedule
I marked days and went to note
gave her flatter for her confidence
and not a single word we spoke
not once did I deny her
not ever did I flee
she picked a different man every time
and not one time was me
she wanted glitz
I gave her glory
she wanted fame
I gave her peace
she wanted only
for the spotlight
I gave her space,
and set her free
I am still a fan of sort
her music still the best
but her songs no longer wake me
not like they do the rest
for this should not be magic
no tricks or fancy light
what she was doing was performing,
rehearsing love just can’t be right
so I released her from my idol
a season series I would not attend
would rather forfeit every feeling,
than watch her play for other men.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet