Not Over Yet

I guess it wasn't my fault
That I thought it was the end.
The music stopped,
The curtains closed.
This show was over.

And yet minutes later
The clowns returned again.
And danced,
And sang.
We carried on.

But when the night was ended
They didn't fade away.
Instead, pulled me.
Took me.
I did not struggle.

I returned home months later
A different person inside.
Now older.
Now harder.
I had changed.

When I saw you again,
You mimed for me to 'shush'.
And spoke.
And told me.
"Not over yet." 

The End

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