Dead End

I looked out of the window:
The squared sky screen.
And you sitting next to me,
Dramatic pause overflowed;
We managed a smile
To prove a point.
But I had forgotten my lines
Or found them nauseating;
My mind shrunk from the trial,
In spite of the long wait.
Tongue-tied-twisted under the spotlight
We sit, waiting
For the spell to break,
Waiting to write our saddest lines.