performance
this performance of self was slipping
away
a loose scarf falling from her shoulders
her hands flapping and fearful useless
and in these final scenes
when everything everything
was sliding away
she had never been closer to what it
meant to be
to what it meant to be her not to
be her
the lights about to go out the curtain to fall
and the audience awed by the performance
the standing ovation the rain
the flowers
in the carpark a slight impatience
platitudes performance
the need for something solid something
graspable
the stage the theatre in darkness
the scarf on the floor left behind
a darker shadow irretrievable
