respite
did the curtain fall
when I finally stepped off the stage?
not once did I glance back
and now, months have slipped on by
I no longer harbor echoes of resentment
nor do I cling to whispers of affection
no, I'm left with emptiness
like a blank canvas
once vibrant with color and expression
so now there's only white
I wanted it that way
and I got it
white
covering the picture that we tried to paint
in the absence of our devilish tango
I find myself suspended
a dancer paused mid-motion
a jumper left mid-air
who forgot where, or how he was supposed to fall
to land
at least there was purpose
in our catastrophic choreography
a rhythm to navigate the chaos
a droning beat of determination
to brace the silence
now, in this respite
I face the void you left behind
wondering if emptiness is liberation
or merely the aftermath of survival
© poubelle
when I finally stepped off the stage?
not once did I glance back
and now, months have slipped on by
I no longer harbor echoes of resentment
nor do I cling to whispers of affection
no, I'm left with emptiness
like a blank canvas
once vibrant with color and expression
so now there's only white
I wanted it that way
and I got it
white
covering the picture that we tried to paint
in the absence of our devilish tango
I find myself suspended
a dancer paused mid-motion
a jumper left mid-air
who forgot where, or how he was supposed to fall
to land
at least there was purpose
in our catastrophic choreography
a rhythm to navigate the chaos
a droning beat of determination
to brace the silence
now, in this respite
I face the void you left behind
wondering if emptiness is liberation
or merely the aftermath of survival
© poubelle
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