It became unreal to me after realizing what it is to you.
Between two people I imagined you laid and loved,
but now when I see you looking at what should be
the framed shot I realize that I am not real
to you. It is all a show but I am not an actress. Actually
it’s between two people, it’s love, faithfulness, selflessness,
now one of many, a reenactment of a scene from the voyeuristic
when you get up I will be gone.