The Heartbroken Opera Singer

He doesn’t come to see me sing opera anymore

Today, when I was singing at the opera, I looked at box 25. He used to sit there, not anymore. Box 25 has been empty since he left me crying in my dressing room three months ago.

He left me for another guy.

Were my songs not enough for him?

I was once cheerful; my voice was bright and expressive.

The music feels different now. The songs are lifeless. My tenor voice is no longer joyful.

One day, I will find someone new. I will find happiness in singing and performing again. I won’t care if box 25 is empty.

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