To end, this shall


I watched the setting sun
Golden fringed clouds
Mustard streaks over the horizon

I thought
This, too, shall end

I count in weeks
Soon to be days
Soon to be hours
Then minutes

The arms swirl forward
Tickticktick-twirling by

Counting out
Running down


The end of time
My time
My awful inevitability
This end, too shallow

I sit on Temporal Row
I struggle to draw out each breath

Consume my last meal
Crumb by crumb
Measure my last mile in

Dread the final flick

Things I
Have done

Wishes, dreams, chances, decisions, regrets
…if I could do it over?

To end, this shall