It’s finished. It’s over. The curtain has fallen. by Nara Hodge at Spillwords.com

It’s finished. It’s over. The curtain has fallen.

It’s finished. It’s over. The curtain has fallen.

written by: Nara Hodge

@Nara_Hodge

 

It’s finished. It’s over. The curtain has fallen.
It’s too late now for the words unspoken.
What never was said shall never be spoken.
All that was unuttered, shall remain a token
Of all that we’ve lost and failed to save,
Of all the feelings that left no trail.

It’s finished. It’s over. Forget that I existed.
I don’t wish to remember how I was treated.
I forgive. I forget. I move on.
No point in stringing it along.
Once you meant the world to me;
Now – you’re a fading memory.

It’s finished. It’s over. It’s the finale.
There’s no going back down that alley.
We closed the door. We threw out the key.
There’s nothing to salvage. Don’t you see?
Let’s keep the last shred of dignity
And part with some amiability.

It’s finished. It’s over. It’s time for goodbye.
I see no sorrow in your empty eyes.
The handshake is limp, your hand is cold,
My heart is indifferent. I reach for my coat.
I put my hat on, pull on the gloves,
And walk away from you and your bluffs.

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