A MOST DREARY DAY

It was like having the crystal clarity of the moment, snap back to blur. The hustle continues, and the moment didn’t happen. But it did. Was it the look in her eyes? Were they angry, tired, or just drawn blank? They lacked emotion and for the first time he saw it. The emptiness. The cold abyss of nothingness. Crystal clear. It was over.

He packed his bag carefully, more carefully than he’d ever packed before. This counts, there’s no going back, so best be selective and careful not to forget.

Take a cab to the airport two hours early because he had no alternatives.

 

They ran cold 

as a witches 

britches, 

which, I understand 

can be quite

frigid

He wasted time

making rhyme

Awaiting

his departure

His was a wasted talent

An underachiever

An ‘almost was’,
but  a true 

Believer

Hours passed

Departure Delayed

terminal emptied

a price to be paid

This wasn’t his life

but one he grew

to  endure

The moments

they dragged by

until he reached 
a conclusion,

curled up,

and died.

 V