No Curtain Call

                                  Nakedly holding on to something,
                      That was gone long ago.
                  Gentle reflections, times passed.
                  Carnival fun house mirrors,
                  Distorts what use to be true.
                  Looking in me, looking at you.
                  The movie has ended now,
                  Reels turn, but empty of film.
                  No curtain call, no final bow.
                  I played the role, tragically,
                  Right out to the end,
   Can I now leave the stage.