LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

The tears, like curtains, fell,

Wet velvet in a silent hush,

And I, behind the stage, in shadow became,

Feeling that once, perhaps, I had it all.

The applause, distant, echoes empty,

A dream faded into subtle remembrance,

But in the heart, what time took away,

Still holds the sparkle, still keeps the spring.

The curtains close, heavy, firm,

The stage stripped bare, the final scene,

And I, in the wings, simply sigh,

An echo of life, in a gesture so real.

I had it all, I thought, for a brief second,

But time is wind, a fleeting breeze,

And the tears that fall, like curtains,

Are just memories of what has been left behind.

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