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"Was it Reel at All?"
Dark and dejected are most of my cinematic dreams
Falling flat and forlorn from making the big screen.
For a season she stole my vision and my sanity was seared.
Was it now or is it then? Things ain't as they appear.
At that time I was an actor, and I played a better man.
Now without my leading lady I no longer understand.
My script is cut and missing all the romantic lines,
During filming I ad-libbed them over a hundred times!
Some thespians live secret lives hiding all their flaws,
Are bestowed awards and reach the summit while garnering applause.
But I chose to pledge to her, during my fifteen minutes of fame,
Unending love, complete devotion and even my last name.
And for a time I mocked and mimicked these memory making fakes,
Shooting action in my memory without a second take.
Film documenting our past together side by side in bliss.
I still see clearly those soft green eyes closing when we kissed.
Yet the stock's scratched, worn and ragged, faded black and white.
She's still the star but comedy's turned to tragedy overnight.
I'll stop projecting the surreal sadness shining on the wall,
For in my recollections I forget if it was reel at all.
