Art of Fact (an essay in B minor)

Excuse me, while I attempt to 

compose a song in B Minor by ear 

Be patient with my lack 

of comprehension in regard to 

Music Theory, 

I promise not to 

stop until you feel 

beautiful again.

What to do when your soulmate 

is your significant other’s alter ego? 

She’s left post it notes all over 

the skeleton’s in my closet, 

and has convinced me that 

the bebop I groove to in the 

shadows deserves to be on 

center stage. 

I’ve always thought I was performing for an audience of one that can only be seen through bathroom mirrors, but I’ve come to realize that the whole time I was staring at a hologram that disguised her hiding amongst a full house. Yet, I’m still the only one yelling “It could be better.”

Do I wait for the intermission and pray that she finally joins me on stage?