even before the curtain falls – 

the diatribe complete –

the show is actually over. 

 

what sadness there is in finding yourself alone.

to look out from center stage onto empty seats.

 to realize the monologue of solidarity has fallen without effect in a room filled with empty chairs. 

and as you gather what’s left of your supposition,

the lights begin to dim…

 

meaningless.

unheard.

catharsis for absolution of sins incomplete.

and on the stage of (your) life,

no roses thrown;

only echoes of prayers – 

unanswered –

by a god that does not (seem to) hear…