Bit Player Poem by Patti Masterman

Write me out of life
Write me out of this part
The good ones are gone away now
The future looks so bleak sometimes
Can't we jump ahead to the next scene?

I remember when it was all so new
The flowers smelled of pleasure
Rare secrets brightened every universe;
Faces were always smiling,
Where did it go away to?

Remember when there was no falling; no fade to black-
Does history really repeat itself?

Write me something deeper
Mellowed, but opening outward
Can we slow down the reels we danced to,
Can the words come back, spaced farther apart-
But mean much more next time?

Perhaps it was we, who were shallow;
Not the props or dialogue-
Don't let me use up the rest of the silence
On regret; please don't me live out
What's left, alive only in the past.

Remember when there was no falling; no fade to black-
Does history really repeat itself?