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Curtain Call

How did I not see it fall?

When it came to you? To us?

I thought the show would go on forever.

Now I am standing here with tears shining in my eyes –

Silently wishing.. begging and longing for an encore.

There is too many scenes that I want a chance to make better – to really get right.

Perhaps that is what makes – made – our show so wonderful.

That throughout it all, at its core, it was real.

The good, bad, funny, scary, destructive, selfish, yet lovable.

It was us.

Fresh and original. Meant to leave those in the audience in awe with full hearts.

To have them wanting more.

What I would not give for just one encore!

That is why I am standing here, silently

and slowly taking my bow.

Because now I know – once we all have played our parts –

None of us can escape that final curtain call.

Copyright 2015



K. McCoy wants to live in a world where indie vinyl record shops can be found in every city and sweets don’t come with so many calories. As an Independent Writer, she has finished her first NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) Novel, which is now being edited for its 2018 release. When she is not baking or playing Cards against Humanity with her friends, you can find her writing down new ideas and concepts somewhere sunny or discovering new music on online. You can find out how to connect and create with her by visiting her on Facebook and Instagram under K. McCoy. And if you are intrigued by the musings of a music major dropout, be sure to stop by K. McCoy's alter ego page, Soprano Musings!

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