by DaddyO
I am now a man, a mere mortal
Studying sacred text from this electronic portal
Assessing the damage done to my broken idol
When every move she used to make was a recital
Choreographed for me; I realize now
I must have worshiped her upside down
For what was recognized previously as a frown
To her might be a smile
I want the trust returned to me,
But like an avalanche of uncertainty
My fears and insecurities
Cascade with her mythology
So she returns to the arena without me
And takes her bow without me
And curtseys cute without me
The lights go down
The curtain is drawn
Our audience leaves
There is no applause
But when we die
We become constellations in the sky