Farewell

She didn’t know what to feel…she felt empty. She emptied her reserved spirit into thankless glasses even which failed to contain her overflow.

She may have spread herself to many, but the stage was her playfield.

She chose the crowded stage over the togetherness. She chose the backstage chaos and incoherence over calm and candle lights. She earned it. All the pain and all the glory. It was all hers and hers only.

Tomorrow will be her last show.

They signed the papers.

They put up dutiful farewell glances all week.

They arranged for her way out.