Rekindle: A Variation

Too late to start over again,
to sketch the dance, to hum the tune.
The violins fall silent when
the guests have left the room.

To sketch the dance, to hum the tune
takes energy I don’t possess.
The guests have left the room—
why,  I can’t even guess.

It takes energy I don’t possess
to put away the chairs.
Why, I can’t even guess,
and noone really cares.

To put away the chairs
I can’t complain
and noone really cares
to hear the old refrain.

I can’t complain.
The violins fall silent when
we hear the old refrain.
Too late to start over again.