You're the whisper that is caught in the back of my throat,
The hand that is holding the rope.
My breath is slow as your hand strokes my face.
My toes move in anticipation,
Ready for the floor to drop.
A heart once warm,
Has turned to stone.
Your merciless eyes meet mine,
Yours empty and cold.
Ready to cut ties of love once shared.
Calm and relaxed as your hand reaches for the leaver,
I look to the sky.
Laughs and kisses shared,
Lost in the Shuffle of heartache.
I know you're hurt,
It's all my fault.

Leaver pulled.

Floor drops.

Curtain falls.