I sit here so alone
I sit here
Cold steel comforting me; the strength in my index finger is all that is needed to escape when there's nothing left, to open the way out
Like the very last leaf clinging to a tree branch against the onslaught of fall-the vanguard for winters' march
Broken in the wind
I feel weak
Frail
I've given my strength to the years
The years have taken from me with indifference; having no obligation or debt for all it's claimed
The years requite only one thing to me as payment for the benign innocence of the youth it has reaped
Even now while I'm writing this, it can be heard in the softest breeze on this warm November evening.  
It passes by and lightly wipes a tear from my face as it leaves my  once-beating heart  
In doing so  it whispers gently in my ear:
    “Tomorrow the Sun will rise, my child.  Tomorrow will be new”
Unequivocal truth
Though my heart no longer beats and that final piece of what made me me is quietly forgotten by a new world that will see the new light of an old day-
and somewhere a bird will chirp and sing
Two siblings, years estranged, will discard their resentment and be reunited, joyfully reminiscing of happier times long-since passed
A Mother will comfort her crying child
A beloved pet will pass away leaving those that depended on it lost and distraught
Someone will fall in love, and come to the realization that they were incomplete until just then
You will finish reading this
In doing so a piece of what I was will live on forever


Thank you