Final Act

After the final act

The crowd and performers

Are lingering together.

I say hello to someone

I used to know.

They nod, eyes glazed over,

And they struggle to remember my name.

Their face lights up with false recognition.

One of our old mutual friends

Saves them from our awkward almost conversation.

It is then that I realize

I’ve been clutching to the past.

Copyright © 2016 by Nita Pan

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