LIFE GOES ON WITHOUT YOU
Turns out Life goes on without you
After the whirlwind of center stage,
As the spotlight dims and the curtain falls,
With the echo of the last applause fading,
I am left with a sobering thought,
Life goes on without you.
Friends will continue to bridge the verse and chorus,
While enemies will continue the refrain, eager to trash the name once envied;
the audience grows tiered of clapping at the emptiness of it all,
Life goes on without you.
Finality is yours to bear,
No one remembers the acts between the lines of your story
And you realize,
Life was never truly yours to write.
Silence falls on the last footsteps as they fade from the final bow
What now, sweet Romeo? Was your casting ill-conceived?
"I pray you, in your letters,
When you recount these unfortunate deeds,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice:
Then must you speak
Of one who loved not wisely but too well." Othello claims.
Life goes on without you, this fact remains.
In the shadows of what once was bright,
I trace the contours of my forgotten dreams,
Each echo a reminder, each whisper a bite,
Yet here I stand, or so it seems … full and empty all the same, all at once … no thought remains
Even after a single laughter rings in the distant halls,
And life resumes its relentless pace beyond the theater walls
I ponder the weight of my final call, In this silent void that was my place,
Knowing… life goes on without me.
Copyright ©
Henry Almanza
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