If Only Life Were as Magical as a Play
		This poem is dedicated to all the people I've had to direct. Those poor unfortunate souls. Sometimes, I think they all agree with me, the people in theatre tend to forget that it's just a play, and emotions run pretty wild. That's what this poem is about. One playwrite once said that the best way to get to know people fast is to do theatre. I totally agree, except that sometimes, we forget who the character is and who the actor is.  The formatting is meant to mimic an actual play. The bold parts are the female. The italics are stage directions.  I'm sure you can figure out the rest. Enjoy
			So where do we go from here? We can't go anywhere I've already gone The spotlights are on you alone applause shatters the poetic silence your lines of devotion still echo in my head you've confused the character with the boy still she stands up there, a tragic character "her tears seem so real," the audience whispers she turns to address the audience I know that you are there, watching my real pain, regrets aren't foremost in my thoughts she turns to address the empty stage I've played the scene well, the audience doesn't lie still I can say I missed our goodbye lights down but then we never really said hello -srd