Silence Before the Show

The curtain falls heavy, thick with despair,

and the darkness wraps round, a familiar snare.

I slip into shadows, alone in my seat,

a void full of whispers, the night feels complete.

Once, we’d shared secrets beneath the dim glow,

our laughter like fireflies, bright in the slow.

But now I sit silent, memories play,

like trailers for films that won’t come my way.

This quiet surrounds me, a blanket of night,

the flickering lights dance, sparking fright.

Each moment a pause for the things left unspoke,

as the world waits in stillness, the silence a cloak.