The Man Behind the Curtain (A Poem)
Photo courtesy of Pixabay We walk into a crowd, And she’s immediately the center of attention. Within only a few moments, I am invisible, all but forgotten. What can I do? She lights up a room. While I am the kind of guy who prefers a dark corner. Not unlike a mushroom. There’s no denying it, We’re two different souls. Opposites may attract, But we are definitely on distant poles. . While I can’t explain it, One thing is certain. She’s the star of the show, And I’m just the guy waiting for her behind the curtain. I don’t mind it. I’m serious about that, really. I get to see what they don’t get to see, Her human side, her vulnerability. Needing me to hold her close, When she’s had a bad day. Knowing I can still make her laugh and smile, Makes me feel happy and gay. They are the things that make us closer, And make us feel much more like a duet. Though perhaps they just make me love her a bit too much, Make me worship her, like I’m her pet. I don’t know if she realizes ...