ammorous | spellcast

had i known that would be the last time i'd see you on stage, i'd let the cold air stroke my skin until it frosted over. the theatre lights hit your skin like a kiss-- kindly, but oh so cruelly enough not to reignite the sparks in your fingertips. how i mistook those spasms for excitement, i feel foolish. the illusion of a star took your place, bested by camera flashes and the harsh spotlight. those deceiving lights bred a poorly composed wonder, and as if spellcast, what i took for science had dispersed