Some stories never end

Only when I think

Back, and realise what is gone.

How situations changed

And feelings altered,

Because I'm left rather alone.

How I did not embrace the absence,

Nor let it go.

I slithered into a nutshell,

Careful and slow.

I filled the void

With the omnipresent air,

I left papers 

Some crumpled

All blank,

Only to stare. 

I dug out my eyes,

Watched them blossom

Like a cherry tree.

I thought I was flying,

In solitude and free. 

But what did this bird

Know, apart from the cage.

It was only taught:

All the world's a stage.