The Last Day

 

I sit on a

Bus stop bench

Thinking to myself

Of all that

Has happened.

I think of love

And supposed hatred

That one

Has felt for me

And others.

I think of

Night and day and

How they play

Off

Of each other.

I think of growing

Up and

Growing old

And how they

Don’t necessarily

Equate.

I think of the

Sadness

Ever-present in

My pulse.

I wonder if it’s

All worth it.

“Of course it’s

Worth it!”

I mutter aloud

To myself

As a

Woman and a

Man walk by.

They give me

Very

Strange

Looks

But continue on

Their way.

I desperately

Want to call back

After

Them

“I’m not crazy!”

But words

Fall effortlessly

From my lips

And falter

Into nothingness.

I once again

Let someone

Go by without

The full story.

Without the truth

If it is even consider

Truth.

I continue my thoughts

Letting the couple

Walk

Hand-in-hand

To their unknown

Destination.

I suppose the destination

Is unimportant

If you’re in love.

I consider love.

The love one

Would share for their

Family

Is different than the

Love for

Friends.

And the love for

Friends

Is different than the

Love for

The mystery person

I suppose.

The clichés

Gag me

And cut off

My thought

As my brain drifts

Back to the

Couple

Who walk around

With incorrect knowledge

Of me

And of

Themselves.

And as my

World decides

It’s time to go

I lay myself down

And let the falling walls

Take care of me

As

A mother would

Do for

Her dear child.

Her child who

Is far too young

To know the things

She knows

And is far too

Young to see

The things

She has seen.

And as I feel the blanket

Of darkness

Wrap around me

And the arms

Of the loving mother

I feel happy

True

Happiness.

Then all is gone

And the World is

Without the full story

As it crumbles

And shakes

And falters

And stops.