I believe I've been sent on a fool's errand

I'm done searching
   I'm without a map or a guide

I'm done with attempts
    in the cold
    in the dark
    in the mud

I'm tired
   so very tired

No one is honest
   with what they want
   with who they are

Why try?

I believe I've been sent on a fool's errand

I made you a cup of tea
put honey in it

it's still just sitting there

probably because we broke up

what do I do now?
with the tea, I mean

Run along boy.

Create your own narrative,
a self-fulfilling prophecy,
whatever is necessary
to justify yourself.

It's enough for me to know
you're wrong.

Growing old
is nothing more than
the lengthening
of one's shadow
as it
stretches into
eternity and
is seen no more