I did the same day to day dances
the rest of the cast around me did,

but now I just don’t care if I’m the lead,
or mess up my lines,
or that no one remembers my name.

I know that I’m here.
And so are you.
And you.
And you.

And trust me, I will do my best
to remember your names–
that way I keep my eyes facing forward,

aware of being aware of every corner and every nook, every thought-crack and mind-blather,
every first-frown and last-smile,

never again missing even the smallest whispers

of I love you.

David Calogero Centorbi is a writer living in Detroit, MI. Recently published work in The Daily Drunk, Dreams Walking, Versification, Brown Bag Online, Horror Sleaze Trash, Anti-Heroin Chic, Crow Name, and Crepe & Pen. He can be found here on Twitter: @DavidCaCentorbi.

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