Magic Lights

Lights dim, people clap, and curtains open. Everyone plays their part and they play it well. No one can see it's all fake, that you aren't under a spell, and that you aren't really in love with the other lead role. Then the curtains pull, lights flash, and people clap. Then they leave and so do you. No one knows you are the same person they just witnessed die in a moment of ending tragedy when they see you at the local coffee shop. No one remembers you, but they remember how you tricked them into believing in love. How you fooled me into believing in love.