ended to begin
there are no bells and whistles
no sirens or flashing lights
not even a stuffed animal
it’s finished without a way to begin
all you can say is, it’s done
maybe someday someone will see
an empty theater with a few paying guests
i’d be there, smiling, crying, waiting
what would they say
would you think about it after you watched it
wonder why it ended that way
where
is
the
redemption
they always ask
it’s hard to find, i would say
hard to see if you don’t look
hands over eyes, slits between fingers
where’s the hope. the truth.
it’s in progress, i would say
on it’s way from you to me
if only you could show me the way.
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