authenticity

By Gel Nunez

Strewn across the floor the hardwood floors,
The evidence of characters played the night before

She often pondered about the dialogue left behind
Smeared eyeliner and remnants of a crimson lip
Proof of central reservations
No distance, no past……..

The colors of the evening’s events resigned within her
She could be this woman who created this all around her
No distance, no past……..
But she remembered the disillusionment of it all
The past had caught up with her.