Talking to you
is like singing to an empty theatre
red velvet seats dusting from neglect
me, plucking away at my vocal chords.

Looking into you, a flicker,
a spark of recognition, perhaps...
A mumbled "I love you"
A lone man in the back claps. 

It echoes.
If I close my eyes
it sounds like the applause
of thousands.

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