the complexity of her desire
lies beneath the wings,
hidden backstage
behind the set
that he has so diligently
worked years to create.

he would surely see it
if it weren’t for the glory
of the spotlight
that draws beads of sweat
upon his brow
and standing ovations
from his familial fans.

instead she waits
for the final bow,
the wilted flowers
with stage-heavy hands
to be placed inside a vase
upon the mantle,
a reminder of the beauty
they once shared.