Ps, Not Soon Enough

And the slow hours you forget

Dress rehearsals, learnt the lines and walk the set

Your leading man delayed

Upstaged and scratched to fate

So outside and after

Just you and him and a 100 drunken extras

You murmured you would

Held his eyes a second longer

So if he ever comes late again

I think I could take his place

He said I looked the part

I said you should have asked

Sure