The Show Must Go On

February 28, 2008
By Mikayla Springob, Loveland, CO

I watch you move,
the twisting of your body.
I feel your eyes on me,
searching for some sign of recognition.
I notice your hands,
reaching for the sky.
I stare at your face,
a small smile lighting mine.
I blink back tears when you walk away,
Wishing you would stay here forever,
knowing that the show must go on.

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