It feels like ending,
But closure doesn’t come,
No birds, no sunsets, no thematic songs,
Anyhow,
The music is no good,
Left stranded abruptly,
An actor,
From a short lived sitcom,
Now,
Patiently await my next roll,
These hands feels small,
This skin doesn’t fit,
This mind is worn,
But I must,
Play the teacher,
Even unconvincingly if so,
To give a chance to the breath,
That lies below,
To this actor,
To this cheat,
To this loveable pursuit to nowhere,
It hurts to let go.