Where the Rainbow Ends

At the end,

When the door shuts tight,

And the curtains are pulled close,

And everyone is gone,

I am left

Completely alone,

With the blanket of silence

And the echoing

Emptiness

That rushes inward,

To fill the gap left by friends,

To take the place of

Manic joy.

After the party,

I will pick up the pieces

And return to life,

To real life,

Where I wake up, work,

And then eat, and play, and sleep,

And rinse and repeat.

It’s boring,

But it isn’t bad;

It’s still a life filled with love,

And I wouldn’t change

Anything.

Turns out there’s no gold

At the end of the rainbow;

It’s still the same world.

And I'm glad.