Curtain Call

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I have forgotten all the pretty words

And the clever, witty lines

I had rehearsed over and over.

They were light and vivacious

Just how you make me feel.

And the closing line, well you know how it was supposed to end.

I love you.

But instead of sticking to the script, you improvised

and took the words out of my mouth.

They have been replaced with a bitter taste

And my mind has gone blank.

The prompt from the wings falls silent

I am no longer your leading lady, there is an understudy.

My performance has been found wanting.

The final curtain falls and I take my bow. No applause. No encore.

It’s simply the end.

Author: Deryn

Born and bred in Manchester UK with a degree in French from the University of Exeter, I found myself in Johannesburg, South Africa in 1995 via Spain, France and Greece. And London. I have worked in the hospitality industry in marketing, as a radio and tv producer, in PR and communications for South Africa's buy local advocacy campaign and since June 2022 have been running my own content creation and PR company, Use Lorem Ipsum. I have always been a reader and writer of stories and am relieved finally to have achieved the publication of this blog. Now for that novel. I am the mother of 2 sons, middle of 3 sisters, owner of a dog and the ex wife and ex girlfriend of a number of men who clearly didn't deserve me. I am an eternal optimist for myself, my country and the planet, so don't let me down, world.

2 thoughts on “Curtain Call”

  1. Hey Deryn. This is really elegant, simple, and at the same time intensely personal, painful. Not easy to bare emotions in prose OR poetry; I view the resulting connection with your readers as one of the hallmarks of great writing. Well done with this and best regards, Seyi

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