In the last act, viva voce,
The soprano softly sighed
Gasping the words of her
Remaining song. They were,
She sang, of her love and how
I’d vowed to care for her
Until this our end now
Being portrayed. I could
Not then sing. I tried
Instead to smile. Her wan
Look faded with each
Uttered word sung softly
In diminishing refrains.
We heard the approaching
End. I sang the anguishing
Solo as the lights dimmed. The
Ushers jangled the doors wanting
Us gone. With my hand in hers
I turned to the emptying chairs
And bowed -- one – last – time.
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