365 Days · Poetry

102 – Closing Night

Instead of saying the same generic thing
I wish I could get away with saying nothing

I’d rather my mind be read for one moment
In no finely-crafted soliloquy or sonnet

Just a tumbled mess of thoughts or feelings
A glimpse of heart attached to many strings

Were it socially acceptable able to leave with no
Word of goodbye only a pleasant memory to keep

For a sensitive soul it seems like the better way
Bittersweet’s a lonely street even on the best days

It is though the mark of a wonderful experience
An incomparable reward for endless patience

Some folk make the moments incredibly remarkable
Their craft and their laughter make them unforgettable


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