Black Box Theatre
We were but actors on a stage, waiting.

Breathless in the black box theatre,
Room 705.
We were but actors on a stage, waiting
for the part of a lifetime
at least that's how we had arrived
stars in our eyes, dreaming of fame
but fate had plans beyond a winning role
rather, it was our constellations that collided.
Love,
a gift from Eros
was what laid in store.
Your sea-blue eyes crashed
with my forest-green
my vision dazed by stars
reality regarded
as your form stood aglow
shining, in the close dark room.
My feet floated forward
not of my own accord
but pushed on by something beyond
beyond me
beyond this black box theatre
and suddenly I was before you
my hand in yours
professing my love for the universe
to hear
the words that came out of my mouth
were, hello.
.
I had travelled to the city on the sea
seeking a career built in lights
instead, I found a love
made of stardust.
About the Creator
Samantha Kaszas
Experienced Storyteller. Amateur Writer.
Here to tell stories and sharpen my craft.
Thank you for stopping by.
@Samanthacarlyk

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