A play that I wrote.

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Entitled "All At Once"
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Act I- In a dim-lit room a man sits alone at a table.
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All at once- he would step out of his chair;
Walk away from the dinner table to the cemetery there-
Down the road- and he would sit and he would say a little prayer,
For the ground is now her body and the grass is now her hair.

Man: “I miss you- I wish you were here- it's hard waking up alone,
“Not seeing your sun-lit, sleepy face first thing in the morning.
“I want to feel your hand, just one last time in mine…
“But I know that now you're gone- just like the pain will be with time.”
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Act II- Evening comes and the lights fade.
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And as the sun sets the colors turn a colder shade.
The birds are quiet now- just as she is within her grave-
And as he walks the silent path down this cemetery lane
The air is cold without her warmth to ease away the pain.

Man: "I miss you- I wish you were here- I can't remember how you feel-
“I want to touch your cheeks- closeness showing that you're real.
“I need to hold you in my arms and make up now for what I lack…
“I need to kiss you one last time… but now you're never coming back."
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Act III- Finalé
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All at once- again- he is sitting all alone,
The memories of her are all that fill his lonely home.
Tears roll down his face- but she can't kiss them all away-
And "She’s never coming back." is all that he can think to say.
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Lights fade to black and the curtains close.
 
Ah very nice, and well written too :)
 
I re-wrote this Play/Poem (well, I actually only just changed a few things about it), but being as I can't edit my posts after awhile I'll have to post it here.
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Act I- A man sits at the table with a vacant stare.
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All at once- he would step out of his chair;
Walk away from the dinner table to the cemetery there-
Down the road- and he would sit and he would say a little prayer,
For the ground is now her body and the grass is now her hair.

The Man Speaks: “I miss you- I wish you were here- it's hard waking up alone,
“Not seeing your sun-lit, sleepy face first thing in the morn’.
“I want to feel your hand, just one last time in mine…
“But I know that now you're gone- just like this pain will be in time.”
--
Act II- Evening comes and the lights fade.
--
And as the sun sets the colors turn a colder shade.
The birds are quiet now- just as she is within her grave-
And as he walks the silent path down this cemetery lane
The air is cold without her warmth to ease away his pain.

The Man Speaks: "I miss you- I wish you were here- I can't remember how you feel-
“I want to touch your cheeks- closeness showing that you're real.
“I need to hold you in my arms and make up now for what I lack…
“I need to kiss you one last time… but now you're never coming back."
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Act III- Finalé
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All at once- again- he is sitting all alone,
The memories of her are all that fill his lonely home.
And as tears roll down his face- she can't kiss them all away-
"She’s never coming back" is all that he can think to say.
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Lights fade to black and the curtains close in a way
As if to say “I miss you, I wish you were here again.”
 
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