“same as it ever was”
David Byrne
Less time waits ahead
than has been left behind.
I enter the last third
of my life as if entering
a room in a familiar
house. Lasts will out pace
firsts, until the last breath
sighs into the stale air,
the last heart beat falters
to finish the room’s silence
like the last furtive shadows
flee an early morning sun.
Still, this day is my day,
until it is not, and I move on.
(September 30, 2019)
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