What does it mean to forgive?
The curtain drawn back,
reveals the barren stage.
A solitary figure stands in the center,
the lights casting his shadow high against the back wall.
Is he real, or the illusion of light?
Is he true to himself?
These questions swirl with the mist
as it traverses the splintery wood.
Below the rot eats away,
the moths choke on the curtains.
He watches himself,
not sure if he is audience or actor.
There he sits in the lone hall,
there he stands on the empty stage.
"Love"
The words echo around.
"Ah" He thinks,
"So simple, so deep."
But the word ends in silence.
An invisible orchestra begins with drums;
"Buh-BUM! Buh-BUM!"
Plaster rains, panels fall.
Having never been,
it does not matter at all.