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well, to put this in stone here I don't have a title for it yet so yeah

It was an hour before that fateful show
We were lying as though we’ve had our last breath
We exchanged spoken words, laughing, and our hair full of dust
Then it was time to fulfill our minimal tasks

We headed towards one path, but to me you were unknown
Toss a friend into this blurred dream and your actions change
I was far from horrified only shocked
At how little of you I’ve gotten the pleasure to know

The murmurs of the anticipated crowd could faintly be heard
We put our masks on, pull our shoulders back and wished each other luck
You had started on this path with me
But halfway through you were dragged towards another path

All throughout this play show I’d glimpse across
Towards your path, others in our way, unable to speak again
You drew my attention from my friends
Making it hard to pay attention to the talented performers

There were times where we were cloaked in darkness
Losing site of your face but still searching for that silhouette
I would give a small sigh and smile, turning back to those in between us
Waiting for the beckoning call of a rest place

When it was all over, I had rushed to hope a glimpse of your face
I kept one eye for you and the other for my own friends while you surely were with yours
I greeted my friends, as though it was ages, in this era it could very well have been
Oh how I longed to embrace you like my friends, even if it had to be that, Platonic

But how bittersweet it was to possibly see something I dreaded
I had caught a glimpse of you hugging someone we both knew
My heart stopped, then felt it had fallen into a bottomless pit
But it came back and I sighed and turned back to my friends

I plastered that smile I had perfected for so long
Hoping that one day maybe you could make it genuine
But knowing the second hand messenger that holds your secret
I might never know the one true answer to unlocking the future of mine
And maybe even yours