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Release
The curtain closes
All the rest have made
their exit stood in awkward quiet
where the flowers are laid
A single figure last to leave
whose sober grey stands out amidst the black
her name was in the papers
and it all came back
Back beyond the wasted time
the spring of youth when all was green
the reeling decades of regret
and visions of what might have been
And so I came yet none could tell
the stranger's name for certain
To lay a ghost; to say farewell.
To close a curtain.