Crimson Curtains Poem by Lynette Lawrence

I'm writing this poem
behind the red curtains
of a left theaters stage,
I hear nothing but the rain.

I think about the last time I've been to this place,
childhood memories are there again.
I wore grey long sleeved shirt
and it was kinda hot up here.

I look through the curtains
where I see my sisters reflection o the wooden floor,
I want to tell her to leave
but right now I feel unable to speak.

I look through the fences of the stage
and I go to the place
where I stood the last time,
it feels like a magical fairytale.

I touch the crimson curtains
and now I feel the past
but they smell terrible
and now I know the past passed.

I let my life pass by in pictures
childish hope, childish thoughts,
I try to find something up here
that's caught anywhere in the last few years.

Then there was a change
but I don't want to waste a line for it here,
I think back on the white dress
I wore once here.

I get up and touch
the curtains
once more
then I walk through a small door.

Now I think back on you, once more
I feel the endless pain that doesn't go away.
I need to come undone
I need to let the past fade.

I think about you
and now I cry.
I need to let these old things pass
they need to become a part of the past.
But I love you and I want you to be right there by my side
so I go back
to touch these crimson curtains
once more, for a last time.

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