A bit darker than the last poem:

Magician,
I’m the only other one in the world
When you call me from the audience
And pull a flower from behind my ear,
Ruffling my hair.

I’m the only other one in the world
When you play for me,
In a dark room,
showing me illusions.

I’m the only one
Till the show must go on,
Elsewhere.

When the curtain falls,
You have thrilled everyone
But touched no one.