No. 107

Maybe I’m naive…
Maybe I believe
Too much that isn’t true.
But what can I do?
I’m fascinated by you.
 
Maybe what I see
Is something that can’t be?
But what is there left for me
But some vague impossibility
And frustrating futility?
 
I know that I should go,
I know that this whole show
Ended long ago for me.
Never even made it to act three
And that’s the way it had to be.
 
But I’d like to hear the applause
And fight for this lost cause
If only for an hour or two
Until this whole play is through
I’d like to spend some time with you.