I kept the ticket stub- <br /> <br />......And everything else from- <br /> ...Our last theater date; <br /> <br />I am remembering it again-nostalgic; <br />That once entrancing scene- <br />......The tenderness <br /> ....That had wedged itself <br /> ...Inside of my psyche <br />Bursting itself open-an eternal flame; <br /> <br />Today i look for anything that reminds <br />.........Me of act two- <br /> ...And the Stage of our relationship <br /> ...Before the curtain call... <br /> ...That had me in the palm of your hand- <br /> ...And craving much more; <br /> <br />Alas, remembering has its negatives; <br />...........I become disturbed! <br /> ...For the theater and all of its flame-filled thoughts- <br /> ...All become wrong! <br /> ..........For at the very last- <br /> <br /> ...The Fat Lady Has Sung Her Song;<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-palm-of-your-hand/
