I’m inviting my stunt double back.
All the things too risky for me
Are now his to be had.

I’m inviting him back.
I tried the crazy acrobatics on my own.
Tried to jump and fall when the script called for it.
Better than try, I actually did.
But somehow I fell short.

I’m calling him back.
I endured the chase.
I crashed the car and felt the impact.
I scraped my knee, bruised my elbow, hit my head.

No one can say it wasn’t me
Or say it wasn’t real.
But in judging my performance,
They called it half-hearted
And I’d have to agree.

I need my stunt double.
His performance is always more convincing that mine.
He flips and leaps and runs without bounds.
He trips and falls and owns the hurt.
His superhuman powers put my humanity to shame.

I’m asking for my fearless stunt double
To come in and take his place.
Nothing makes sense without him
And somehow everything makes sense with him.

I invite you back, stunt double.
I’ve tried playing your role
And the results were lackluster.
It’s better with you here.

April 2014