I kissed you sweet
in the backstage
before the première.
It was sour and hot,

leather jackets in july,
your curls on my face
I'd braid with daisies
in summer' sward.

Will I see you after?
When it all will end?

I wanted to change,
already in act 4,
make a fine comedy
of our dreadful show.

You took my hand.
after the closing bow.
A glance, no words.
I'll see you, so.
© khloè