I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes (fiction)

^{And standing on a darkened stage. Stumbling through the lines}

^{Others have excuses,  But I have my reasons why}

^{-  Nickel creek}

She is reading from the script

as I read from mine

(her words are bright yellow )

This is another rehearsal 

the third run through, so we know when to pause

know when to hold hands and just breathe  

She is counting to five,

but not out loud,

waiting for the right time to move on

I am not paying attention 

forgetting my place

simply gazing into her soft brown eyes

Someone off stage yells                                            LINE

thanks to raincomplex