Anna Nomaly Poet Quatrain

The Last Play

What are these emotions
I should be happy, at best
But alone I sit and drive and think
And tears fall to my chest

‘Twas the last adventure
The one with those I knew
Forever now I’ll be an outsider
I’ll finally be gone too

It was the last of happy days
Of memories late and loud
It was the last of shining nights
On black boxes and cheaply filled crowds

Soon I too will be only a memory
My replacements won’t know my name
And when my counterparts think on our last grand display
I wonder if they too will cry the same

I wonder wonder wonder
What they think as I think of them
I only want their friendship and nostalgia
But I feel I’ve gone round the bend

For I must be crazy to ever think
As much as I need them they’d need me
I’ll shrink and shrink until I disappear
And no one will miss me. You’ll see.

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