Encore

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more...

Like a shadow, looking like a human, but nothing but the light or lack there of. Like a shimmer of light in a puddle, there and then gone. Magnificent but brief. Giving a person hope of knowing, owning, being a part of. But again nothing but the tricks of the light and mind. You are so much like that it is scary. Scary to know that you are so like the angel that you appear to be, so different from me all the while giving me hope to be with you, to be part of you, be something to you...but to you? A shadow, some light, something like when you glance into a mirror and think you see something. I am not even in that dimension, that universe. To you i am that face in the crowd that keeps coming back. That unwanted attention that awes at your every move. The same look a person gives to a actor on the stage, the big movie star. So a question to you few people who read this, who is the actor? Who is the poor player who struts and frets their hour upon the stage, and then is heard again no more? Me? Or the one love that is replaced when i am?