the finest year

scraping on
at the other
texts to maybe
find something
fresher about this
time around. looking
in every direction to get
something new remembering
that there maybe love out there
still, if not cold and abandoned for
a little while. this is the end of the
fantasy when in two weeks i
return to the life i am
working at, not
playing at. i
will miss
it all

this year
went by
so fast

south pacific auditions
meeting
"i've known you a few
short weeks and yet"
secret trips
parties
plans
love
levoy
foreigner
crunch week
new school
friends
new show

and once
we re-convene
weather it be
tomorrow
or a year from
tomorrow
let us gaze at the
star-crossed
pictures, but
not look
towards
the past
only the
future.
and see
the bright
marquees
in our eyes
ahead.

"But today, I've talked
to one equal to equal,
equal to equal. And, in
my opinion, the finest one
that ever lived."
-The Matchmaker, (Thorton Wilder)