Sandra Santana Rivera
Is It Over? - Poem by Sandra Santana Rivera
The curtain has fallen
and the audience has left.
The reviews have been read
and the flowers have been sent.
I put on my jacket and feel a cold draft
but I don't feel the need to put on my hat.
I walk down the street just dragging my feet
and images of you spark my head. Is this truly the end?
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