There are always ghosts waiting in the wings
ever seeking to edge past casting room doors.
Relying on fading familiarity to gain sudden entrance
miscued onto mind’s stage,
They ignore painted-over, long forgotten stars,
demand a spot lit, cameo appearance,
hoping to again enthrall an audience
held captive by waking dreams.
Longing to repeat
tired, overplayed lines,
a bright, entrancing self-important grin
one more chance, one last show
unleash heartbreak’s havoc,
conveniently not remembering
in their desperation for validation
that the final curtain dropped,
on their pathetic act long ago.
Still, they soft-shoe, caper, steal scenes
they feel should be theirs by prior right.