that’s all folks.

there’s your existential exit.
curtain closing, that’s the show.
your lover exits left,
as you bow real low.

those stage-boy antics,
the kisses that you stole
oh how deep it stung
the soul is strong though.

you say your final line,
an audience applause.
the death of your lover
and an existential clause.

 

 

 

 

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