Constantly I look back
over my left shoulder
to see if anyone
Approaches anyone
whom I may have known once
long ago as a friend
Rest assured nobody
notices when I glance
at a lost memory
Remembered when a song
over radio waves
plays brighter than the sun
In my mind I listen
as to see the person
clearly in an image
Elapsed frames on a reel
create the sensation
of time captured to view
Scenes of my life on film
as if I were a star
an actor of the stage
Tantalized by the lights
audience and applause
a game where I pretend
Under circumstances
created as fiction
to act out a story
Bathed fully in limelight
I play the part a fool
or jester of the court
Believe me the best roles
do not require I act
past what I envisage
Look beyond my station
my status off the stage
or the screen my nephew
Entertains his colleagues
with my exploits drinking
flying into a rage
For the sake of public
image the fantasy
where we meet in a dream
In the real world you play
a concert piano
I know you from your style
Even if someone else
played the notes to the song
I could tell they comport
Language in their fingers
whereas you carry a tray
to bear the weight of cream
Desserts the prince who plays
guitar enjoys the most
I still miss your wry smile
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