Curtain Call

My, we've made some beautiful music...

Always speaking as if they were gone already

as if not one of them would have stayed

so they hear the story instead of the girl they lost

the one who leaves

if only to do them the favor,

give them the courtesy 

of bowing first

This life of mine has been nothing but a sonnet 

sewn into melody

all beautiful bows tied in time

tidy perfect

all making sense in the end

or so I seem to think the seams will match

the gown will fit
perfectlly

and think today the wrapped present 

for tomorrow's hands

however-

I can't help but sing that jagged melody;

the one you taught me that had no resolution;

the one that endlessly sings over the sea

And now we rock and quake in the arcane never

in the space within the silence

and in my curtain call

I explain the entire play.

I entreat you to understand it, watch it-
all the parts I withheld awaiting your ardor-
the test of the faith which never came-

and I walk away.

And they never see me actually go
but look up only

and realize I am no longer there

in the space within the silence

I spill 1000 words for you

mix and swirl and watch them make shades of meaning

but always the same sentiment

I wait until you bow

and take my leave

because if I don't do it first

you may