The Curtain falls on her.
The light no longer shining.
No sound of the audience,
Just the sound of shattered glass.
He looked her in the eyes
And she knew the words.
Curtain Call is all she thought.
The end of light,
Of bliss, of all purpose.
With five small words,
He took her Life, her meaning.
She looked at the pieces,
Wondered if there was a point.
He walked away knowing
That she would be okay.
How can anything be wrong
When it never really happened?