Curtain Call

I can no longer respond to the inherent drama
written into the script.
Time and time again I find myself center stage....
aware only of the rewrites.

It's an odd thing,
the shape and feel of a role
once played to perfection,
completely unavailable to me now.

I can still feel her on my skin.
But her lines hang in my mind
refusing to project themselves
to engage an audience.

Missing my cues no matter how well directed,
I take a deep, long bow
and leave the theater for good,
deeming myself no longer fit to perform.