Hold the door open. On my way out.
Shut it behind me. Close it tight.
Never was here. A cry in the night.
A spark that tried to flash so bright.
I was nothing. I know that now.
Part of a void that mattered not.
Thing I would have avoided, but had
no say. It was hell~to~pay & just okay.
So I acquiesce & take a final bow &
fade to black & break-away.
— Ray Laccetti