I’m fading away, backing off from life. Echoes of joy and faults pass like falling stars. Every day has a few drops less of strife. Silent shrapnel crashes in soft and witless shards. And I’m shrinking from the Now; I couldn’t even tell you how.
Moments of ecstasy and pain are sealed, Like shrines to a life I still know. Etched in summer’s softness or in steel. I am vanishing, but I don’t know where I’ll go. My once-beloved and my son are here. One ignores me, while the other Watches in helpless fear.
Five A.M and I am by myself…again. Sun washes in with sorrow in its face. For the thousands of times, I have slept alone, I feel like a stranger in this place, I once called our home. Now it’s a cage to me, Filled with broken promises and mis-matched lace.
I am going now, heading toward the West. Leaving memories and pain behind with a sleeping wife.. Every day brings me closer to an end Leaves fly in the road behind me, remnants of a life. I am crying for the misspent years. But no more of those; I am changing, switching gears.
September 17, 2010 Edited – January 5, 2016
This goes with a novel of the same name about a psychology professor who is so unhappy with his life, he begins to "shrink" away from it, back to the life he once knew. That's all I can tell you for now!