Velvet drapes of indigo hue,
hid the wreckage staged by you.
Golden spotlights, heavy lies,
Scripted kisses and practiced sighs.

The balcony held ghostly cheers
Haunted by memories of yester-year.
Your love, a scene of sweet deceit,
A rose left dying at my feet.

Final bow with trembling grace,
The curtains fall and so does my face.
Applause rang out; our final run,
Curtains drawn, and hearts undone.