It's Time

It’s time. You have lived past prime.

You had given it a thought or two in

passing before, but never envisioned

it coming to this. You have exhausted

your bag of tricks. Broken twigs and

a few choice memories are all which

remain. Still, you continue to haul it

around. You find a distorted comfort

in your new found routine. Another

New Year is of no consequence to

you; there are no more resolutions

to be made. It is purely symbolic of

your freedom from responsibility that

there is but one key remaining on the

chain. From the outside, it locks the

front door to your apartment. From

now on you can manage that from the

inside alone. You spread those broken

twigs out across the living room floor.

What worries remain? Nothing anymore.

Chris Hanch 4-3-18