Fin

Today's trip is my sixth along this road
Since the beginning of the year and is
The first in all that time that will not see
Us spend a while together at the end.

I continue North for a workshop on
The craft of acting and the differences
Between it and pretending, to learn to tell
A true story through someone else's words

Less than a week after my own words failed me
And our romantic picture faded out,
Perhaps to intermission, just a break,
But far more likely the end of the act.

Fin.