The Denouement

(following http://new.neopoet.com/node/encore )

..the phony development
of a pseudo-love
cloaking a true love.

awakened-
by the frantic applause
as I approach the end,
the closure
of yet another act.

I must walk
towards you
lean in
touch your lips
and pretend, for it to be true.
ironically, my efforts lie
in convincing you, that it’s a lie.

this is, our final piece
no more encores
our last kiss..
as your tender lips melt into mine
I yearn for you to know
that, what you cannot know.
and in that moment,
I feel your eyes burn into mine
and your arms engulf me
as a lifetime is lived
in a moment of conclusion.

could it be true?
do you already know?
as I feel your lips burn into my own
a kiss could comfort me so-
I had never known.

for this may have been
a performance, a play
but my testimony stands true
as the curtains draw to an end;
the tragedy has only just begun.

as we part,
in a moment, that seemed like days
I lived through you
and you turn and walk away

it seems we must part ways.