Back here again.
The most familiar place I’ve ever been.
This is the part where I’m forgotten… again.
Where I fold into the shadows of memories that blend in with empty spaces and cold wind.
The part where I am let go of.
Where I come crashing down from above. Where I’m reminded that the embarrassing fall out of love often comes with a beastly shove.
The part where the end is near. Closer than it appears.
Where my eyes build up with tears- blinding me, so I won’t have to face my fears.
The part where I become another “was”.
Because my “ends and odds” are finally realized as flaws.
So before my scene gets paused and the curtain draws…
Let me give my best.
If it has to end,
let it be to the sound of a grand applause.