They closed their eyes and ears,
turned up the volume of their lives,
drowning out the chorus
that foreshadowed his demise.
A shame, that.
Two years ago, this would have been
their heart’s desire. Like children
on Christmas Eve, they yearned
for the gift of his absence,
and might have savored every word
But the dénouement was too long
in coming, and they have grown
weary of the show.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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