Just About Ready

June 14th, 2009

When finality’s hand rests on your shoulder,
the weight reminds you that you’re now much older,
and the time to leave is not about your choice.
So close your eyes and steel your spirit,
spare from those who will not hear it
the objections you feel you have to voice.
Time may send a new invitation,
but you’ll miss it if you’re outside waiting
for the door to open after it’s been locked.
“What might have been” left an hour ago,
the night is dark and it’s starting to snow,
and you won’t find your home in this parking lot.

Some

Purple Sky of Pain