Missing Page

A missing page from my memory,
An empty space where I'm allowed to dream,
I conjure up another fairytale romance
To enhance, another pantomime.
The curtain rises and the show begins,
I see you watching from the audience,
The tragedy of innuendo,
I blink an eye and see you've gone again.

A mere allusion to a bleak remark,
A mere suggestion is all you ever were,
The butt of jokes the jester made
To sell his cheap laughs at my expense.
The flower's wilting, that I hold in my hand,
The make up's fading, but the smile remains,
I cannot let the audience see the tears
I cry behind this wall of paint.

The main attraction, the hero of the play,
He's up for action, he's up for the affray,
He parries and he thrusts,
He hits me in the gut and I go down.
I lay there dying in a pool of blood,
It's only acting, but it still hurts,
It's so surreal but I still feel
The agony of love that's come unwound.

The dancing harlequin who always looks forlorn,
Performs the sequence of the dying swan,
A cast of ghosts dances with the shadows
Cast by the lighted stage.
The minstral's playing songs of dead romance,
The artist's painting portraits of the dance,
They bear your eyes, they bear your smile,
They bear the memories from my missing page.