You know, you should feel relieved.
You were exceptional
even with no more we, with no more us.
The finale – we knew it in our hearts, but
not having said it or written it
made it seem so less so.
Now said (though quietly),
it rings so loud and shameful.
I wasn’t ready for the end to be revealed.
Now here is this tangible hole this
huge empty stage.
How can it be so filled with deprivation.
Now that the world knows
how easy it seemed to be pretending together
but to hide still not really wanting to be
part of the last performance.
Without the right script as I can’t, as we won’t act.
I’m going to place my hand on the ground,
palm up, ready for your foot to press down.
I’ll no longer be able to lift you up,
even if that’s what you want.
We have canceled the closing show
there is no way to dance with this harsh gravity.
There is no significant ending only the ordinary,
Sorry To Have Ever Started – song,
that sounds sorrowful and vacant
in the vacuum of lost relationships,
unrelenting, untended and forlorn.
©06/16/2019
Judith A. Sears
5,839 Prime Words 