We do not have anything left really, do we
The stage is silent and the crowd starts to stand up and leave
The room is left with a sense that life had been here
The smells of sweet perfume and happiness surrounds the curtains as they are drawn and another night is ticked off the list
Theatre at its best
Just one beautiful performance after another
The acting is on point and the emotion fills our hearts with that thrill of live work
We are enamored by the reality in front of us
Children scream at the sight of Father Christmas or childhood books
We all love to say "it's behind you"
Shivering with excitement at the whole spectacular atmosphere
It never gets old
In my thirties I still smile until my face aches
I enjoy the pantomime and the cheers and boos
When I sit here typing up my memories into a box
I feel still
Still and blank
The etch a sketch is empty and I have nothing to draw
Almost 12 months on after one of the most heartbreaking and mind-blowing experiences
To pay witness to a death toll that exceed 100 before we could process it
Face masks and sanitiser shortages
Scared to hug and banned from family
Banned from existence in the only way we knew
Banned from the cheers and the boos
From the laughter and family times
From the large audiences
Smiles and ice cream
Nothing but silenced expressions hidden behind face masks and health fears
Oh I grieve
I grieve it all
One day
One day soon
The dates will be counted down
Calendars full of meaning and forward planning
When all is closed until further notice
There's nothing left to say, really
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