I put on a show of running away.
You must admit, it's gotten better over time.
The more we practice our lines,
the more true they begin to sound.
But it's no secret where things end.
Right back where we started.
Backs turned.
Hearts begging contact.
Emptiness between.
I just want to make you love me
like you used to.
But in the production I must wonder,
if that was merely an act, too.