there was this
guy, probably
not a day over
40 or so. he
looked like
everyone had
envied him in
a past life.
people at work
would just ask
if he was tired.
and he would
nod, knowing
that it was yes
and no at the
same time.

after he spilled
his brains out
in his wife's
beauty salon,
telling her he
was tired of
waiting on
everything,
they said she
went home and
put on a new
dress and that
was that.

when i heard
about it, i could
only lift my hands
in some prayer
to no one in
particular
that wherever
he was going,
someone
would ask how
his day went.

how final is it,
(i thought)
eternity?
i refuse to
believe it is
final enough.

after we have
accounted for
all of our steps
and have said
everything we
ever wanted
to say.

it is here,
after all,
where we
begin.